The fast moving clouds
Covered the expanse of land
It did move about in rounds
Shedding tearful rains; off cloud
The talks weren't kept safe
The time was brief
Perhaps a knife
Cutting a relief
Madam in disdain
In great pain
Wrote in vain
It was very plain
The magic of the man
Cannot remain undiscovered
All shall soon scan;
Even as he passive towered
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`MALINIKADIR
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