When we beseech patience that utters the true value of time,
And behold dreary times sunk in invidious nights
Resurrected the magic formula from badlands,
In the crystal clouds of golden morn,as lofty trees springeth from barren leaves and humus soil.
Patience had drawn the line with her antique pen,
O that from her poetry verses to the heart's intaglio as precious stamp,
Her indelible footprint storied may never forget.
Behold fortify your stars even in your decay,
Where greater beauty destroyeth prior beauty by a legible spawn of history,
A patience's raged face seen with nature's own hands and graffiti shallow printed,
Which steals nature's gravity over the stallion of sweet roses
All things rare as sky defecates in distilling showers of heaven's dews
Cannons in punitive downpour tripped with cannonball fires;for all that beauty golden candles affixed in the heaven's shore.
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