Fire within the walls inflames the person,
He judges endlessly, like flaming mercy.
The statements fly attached to the destiny,
Fulfilling fancies, entering the parlours
To sow new seeds of the entrance,
This time you see sides to the story.
Walls of the fire are against the solid door,
They reassure the blessings of the finite.
Flowers entertain the soul with longevity,
Bless those lilacs and primroses whenever
They bloom in full sentence, the looming
Lower simplicities are vital as can be.
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