January 17, 2026

A Cryptic Game

So soon as the flinch hearted forgone 
the forsaken miles 
The thawing humour shook the friggin feet
Drastic jejunity!From the nightmare of nebulous winds
Springbed of glowing coals, gnashing not the broken jaws of the blooming springs 
Gentle streams wincing across the meadow of rectilinear woods
Fleeting birds in their melodious music streams 
Alight the trees to sing like the nightingale 
Then takes to flight in the egregious dins of frittered dread 
As mortal deprecators encroaches the dithering distance with forest menace
A reprisal that spread intermittently like a dragnet
The cupidity of the lucid temperature barely slumbers,
 Nor slot for the forest foxes in the jungles of cryptic games 
Dancing in their flight to the circadian rhythm of addesive heavens glued to their flying gaits
The pure hearted subacids nuanced by leadened cannons
Much lingers ad infinitum in the forest punditry
O to reinvent wondrous cross and jumbling wheels of the golden hills 

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