Continuing stepping along lanes of happiness, gaily joining
scented fragrances of heaven's abodes.
Traipsing quickly into areas of forgotten memories left on
petals of death.
Precise moments graze and lengthen their designs in spheres
of blueness and depth of inner abysses.
Calling forth energetic beatitudes of prayerful assignations.
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