Human mind hardly have scope of ablution
As the sea coast by the continuing waves thrashing
Allowing no articles having undeserving sway
To blemish the excellent white sand expanse.
Ours have a different coast quite contriguing,
Diffusion of earthly smells in passage internal continuing,
Heaps of hundreds interaction and information external
Impede the blissful wind blowing of healthy contemplation
Colluding with false interpretations with evil temptations,
Leaving an artifice of erring life and shore polluting.
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