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the most sought after topic which self supposed writers like me pursue:

crystals bejewlling the twilight, silhoutted poise gracing the occasion.... innocence draped in the glow found rare and far, an unharming welcome in the most inviting crescent of lips.... flow ever so beautifully captured in the curls slightly troubling the eyes, awareness of beauty in its most humble forms.... melody outpouring with every word ever said, satin woven in the most perfect fashion ever touched by lesser mortals.... perfume humbling all the scents of arabia, gestures known only in fairytales.... divineness hushing the oracles and angels, purity glistnening more than gold.... calmness of the halcyons,chirpiness of nightingales.... such a blossom weathered by the roughean only self responsible for the cacophony in his life.... disturbances, euthanasia all that now comes to mind.... the jar of riddles is spilt, new roads to weave.... pied pipers lead, circles of anticipation spiral.... crushing the grass kicking the stones movement in direction ahead never ceases.... breezes scream silences die edge is ever so near.... sinewy stance the eagles soar.... the ol man promises dawn....