Upon the azure sky, the blue-scope
There grew the cloud-thicket's shape
On that flashed quivering lightning,
Like a snake upturned, writhing
Perhaps depicts dismal queer dark passion.
There flashes the poetic verbal animation
Poetry's oeuvre unmatched, fresh
Throws to captivate souls as strange mesh!
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