Race the springs and the sprints of mileage towards apogee
Genteel dust barely exit sunlit days at the suspense and tremor of whisper sighs to embalm the incominh bride of apotheosis with the springs bed of harvest moon
Slumbering heart upon slumbering Earth in the slumbering hearth resigns too sudden the ,soldered by the ravashing ravages of time
Descending showers breathtakingly betrays the rising of the ascending sun from the springs of greenfields,
Ribaldry of fragile sun bewitch the blurbs of patient gleams
Not to banish the winter's fest of cremated dread for the muted dream of the soulful springs time.
And for all that goes in returns comes in returns
Where soldiers of dreams barely betrays the stubborn Earth and golden hills
Who whispers solemn promise over the winter's chill and golden snows of the springs time hold the merchandise of mercurial fort for the golden morning of apotheosis
Hail the fleeting art must thrive not on fugacious grasses but on intrigues of intricate design
To outwit the impending ravages of broken time
Not the secret warmth to resides in your neighbour's yard but in your otiose psyche of gold,
Where broken silence sings the songs of the springs
Docile fortitude endures the ebbtide of the patient snows
A sky of muted blue traverse the grà ils of patient grills and tarnishings endears at the avoidance of patient snows
From the muffled the winter sun sending shivers down the spine of the springs time
Calls biting winds among the trigger of scorching heat to beware the jungles of infliction
How come the weary Earth in the crux of the biting snows
Holds the green field in the golden prospects of the springs time
And barely bickers with the scorching heat to castrate this nightmare of golden dream?
But in the long run with no retreat whatsoever from the cold of forlorn shrieks
Eclipses of nature at mothernature's loins barely elope from the sworn oath and allegiance to existentialism and ontology
Who welcome the new song to the longer day
Where silver gleams and swollen roofs of golden sun
Cajole bright thread towards the immaculate nuggets of golden hills?
Not to betray perseverance when it betrays
The slumbering heart
Swollen buds at the swollen melts not gambling recess for the golden springs
The scents of the Earth at this larde is bright with lillies and daffodills
Fragile sun from the frosted eaves hidden the pale of broken times
Seke the fragile arts for the awakening of the pale light for the golden dawn
All things fade but the springs of spining Earth never fail
When vicious life is frozen at its beautiful streams
It lays beneath the stars like a sheet of ice and a cold and diamond sheet cooking the spining jellies of future stars
O the frangible reels of ice and a bequest of frosty earth's beckon
The winds returns upon its ice sheet quickening the earth's pace better
In the bittersweet rollercoaster of the nature's golden eclipses
Beneath it lay the kindler sun the gentle sun the heavenly in the ascending sun and the descending showers spin off apotheosis as it selem fit
Little wonder morning mists hang virulently at sedate lunge upon the patient hills
The blossoming scents of patient fest and the weary World is born again
As the turning wheels of golden green rejoice the aspiration of its booming times
It is for the spining Earth that the sun returns and the moon returns and the sunset barely betrays the sun rise for the law of timely recess
Which eclipses the spring time of nature's balanced ecosystem
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