I disentangle the
Vines
That swathe these
Pillars.
The pale moon with
A baleful glint
Slithers outside
The window, flawlessly.
The pillars and the
Smooth resilient rivers
Dance to a sprightly symphony.
The small susurrations of the wind
Engulf with an allure.
Upon indulgence,
The sapid walls
Brush the surfaces
As the forests exploded with
Saccharine rain…
The rain ceded,
The pillars are lulled,
Breathing heavily.
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