ice-frogged jumps theough the forests of haymalayyas walks on a bamboo beidge where the lotus pond of colourful garden flowd as ordinaryiness of nature reflected across rhythm of humanitu comoassionate love upon all neings in the circles of life wheels ice-frogged forests cool downto the decampings of obsessive identities in self-reflexiveness of rains from the sky voices of links are greeds in human sufferings
(please catch the quickest mobes of atomic electriciry of poetic mind)
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