A caravan of vacuum glimpses,
Retorting in the counters of mind,
To tether the daring dreams,
Unto destiny, crowding senses to rewind,
A spring whistle entangled for coverage,
Why not without shadows of sound?
Mistakes are mysteries convene,
To draw equally in social bound,
Not ever objects in the universal ocean?
Like few moderate miscellaneous, where,
Creatures are readily rebel,
Nevertheless, the yearning is fair.
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