Synchronizing designs of patterns, developing ingenuity as
it climbs higher with ivy up scholastic walls.
Touching mildly, tones of bereavement scaling mountainous
sides of cliffs, elevating wisdom to prominence, keeping it
crystal clear with poetical nuances.
Taking notes, traipsing into jungles of imagination,
searching for any clues of yesterday's talent.
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