A sparkle-like edifice
On which some sproutes office
Ones that makes me go glee
Like a bachelor lately free.
When at nursery it flowers
With branches that shelters
And at the prime
With bears stances of lime.
Mindedly hollow
Rootedly shallow
Ready to tap for bearing
To a journey for a rearing.
The fruits shake like lebanon
Makes efforts of non-abandon
Yellow is always its colour
With a fragrance so to savour.
The seeds thereof disgust
Like rams slaughtered unjust
No one cares where its grows
But eyes see it when glows.
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