Birth is conception out of a newly melted snow.
It all starts with the fusion of love,
glint of life slithers down the line and
cushions along the warmth of clove.
Scent of the feel, surely a nature's trump.
Delight penetrates into the gleam of eyes
Cherishing every moment staring
at the hairy clouds, low in skies
with bashful sun unveiling its desire of eggression.
Its a dream every wight relishes
blessed to be in the throne of creator
reflecting in the pool of water
the entire no defect sky.
Stun
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