Let the way faring clouds dive in and up
Sometimes in care of sunny dale or in raining whisper
As they will cuddle out the the universal workshop
Wherein the symphonies of labouring beings hearken.
Some one may be closed bosom of a mist leading escapade
Convincingly internal vide the subway of introspection
With aptitude of resurfacing elsewhere now and then
Through preface or with nature face for head saving,
A deep feelings of togetherness for the generation open
Every time by deducing the aroma of send off returnable.
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