A Poet, And His Immortal Poetry. Comments

The clouds in the voluptuously fathomless sky were a poet's eternal dream; enveloping boundless bits of barren space with tinges of profusely unending crimson,
While torrential tumblers of enchanting rain cascading down till times beyond bountiful eternity; were his immortally poignant and exuberant poetry.

The seductively titillating roses in the garden were a poet's everlasting dream; perpetuating colossal bits of lackadaisical atmosphere with vividly blossoming color,
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