Met talked but no joy, nothing felt sensible-heart
Like air in stormy form necessary but couldn't be gulped
Or like in garden a cannibal bush came, bloomed, pinched as dirt
Words like this is instant without lure with no alert
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Rain is over just drizzling few
Sun shining little, also can see the dew
Floor is wet and so is this floating air
Amusing it is with fascinating flair
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