Green fades like hues of greyish streaks
Perfumed gardens lift to thy spirit speaks
Crossing lines of silvery ropes in beaks
Sparks of gold growing on top of peaks
Earthen jars following the terrace porch
Sunrise blush tracing air balloons torch
Love seats sound the echoes of scorch
Glistening gels in limes and fruity gorch
Stripping swans in lakes of bluish tree
Dewy leaves in snaking stems to free
Dripping milk in slippery stones spree
Frenchy lace in reddening face agree
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