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Zestful zenith emotions

Dies into the intellectual fortress...

Lustre self-fathom deep

Breaks my silence

Turns into broken voices...

No words only emotions

Wings into words beautiful dresses...

Love walks into creep

Spills my senses

Runs into countless races...

Murmuring emotions

Flies and fries die under stress...

Longing self stretches peep

Breaches my resilience

Tunes into endless noises…

Queue words my passion

Hurdles under caress…

Restless aspirations deep

Reaches all myself silence

Fortunes with three roses…