I sold clouds wrapped in wonderful colors
Eclipses made from smoke of summers
Circled the glowing moon with flames
maintaining all distances with no claims
braided the golden sunset with laces
filling memories of past with no traces
Dusting the dawn from frontiers of passion
chasing dreams to form the unknown compassion
Treaded on the quiet snow of emotions
carrying joys of ascending notions
listened to the unsaid words of whispers
hushing forgotten mysteries out of tears
distancing the adorned fields of imagination
inspiring finest visions of life's complications
called dreams to open doors to upcoming inspirations
resisting glimpses of the bewitching temptations
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