Simple, a true paradise it seems.
The first love surges through heart
And finds its path to the soul
It pops like a glowing splint,
Secures mannerism,
Delve deeply to the conscience of the beholder,
Whenever bleak spectrums hover,
It outcasts it with all verve
Nothing is called boredom,
Even to speak of ever falling
But when it contradicts the norms beseeched,
Its an eye-saw
Footprints that never fade!
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