Sound the whims of darkness there
Eager to fade the shine around
Apprehension is volatile sometimes
Swings in the extreme power
Calmness profound in vagueness
That clan in the roots of shade
There groom suffocation
Shine that not witnessed
Its fathom insisted
But to the known a mystery unveiled
Its conquest cherish sometimes
But the process is not obvious
There exists a strand
That stoops all to its side
Can witness its power
Nothing persist there longer than that
Nothing is stable always! ! ! !
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