There were fire fumes like fraction of time
There were crimson gold flowing rivers actions of thine
On sand dunes of dessert-ed hill
There was a land of wood timber sobbing white frills
That was a place unknown yet known
It was vista cologne of bloodstone
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A refined poetic imagination, Akshita. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.