as I pick my pencil
the ultimate
Nature brought
probably
at the smile
you spell
at the
bubbly moments
I carve my moments
the fields of clusters bombs
I engage
I search my heart
the other end
of your being
storms have their spell bounds
I know
till
another shall take over
I resile
the calm of
winds
Nature stumbled at
chance of your being
paths the fields of heights
I pay a little of mine
my moments
shadowed
as they stand
I get infinite
bereft of
I squeeze my crunch
a run
I love every second
at the wish of
the whims
I care least
the moments
you give
accomplish
that I visualize
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