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(𔘜 BEGILD.) Perched on what seemed
like barren lawns, only to find it was
chartreuse, cinnamon-scented
and bursting with hues. (...)
'Neath the gust of the whirlwind, her manes twirled beneath the Lindenbaum tree; coasted into a deep sleep and swerved to a dream where her dear ones awaited, lending arms to join them in a better corner. Was it heaven? Was it another corner of the earth? She cast her eyes around and noticed some petals drifting by, seemingly laden with memories she could never let go of. Dew pond now had awash her cheeks; tears flowed and it seemed never-ending—a tinge rosier than a ripe pomegranate. Neither pure joy nor deep sorrow tight-wedged within her heart but meant to breathe for each to-morrow and found seraphic fortunes in the farthest day.
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(𔘜 BEGILD.) Perched on what seemed
like barren lawns, only to find it was
chartreuse, cinnamon-scented
and bursting with hues. (...)
'Neath the gust of the whirlwind, her manes twirled beneath the Lindenbaum tree; coasted into a deep sleep and swerved to a dream where her dear ones awaited, lending arms to join them in a better corner. Was it heaven? Was it another corner of the earth? She cast her eyes around and noticed some petals drifting by, seemingly laden with memories she could never let go of. Dew pond now had awash her cheeks; tears flowed and it seemed never-ending—a tinge rosier than a ripe pomegranate. Neither pure joy nor deep sorrow tight-wedged within her heart but meant to breathe for each to-morrow and found seraphic fortunes in the farthest day.
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