Wild white world whiles in wacky ways,
Songs savouring shadows, sing all sun-rays;
Grass grows greener, glittering gloriously
Due to the dew that dances deftly, dangerously.
Pray pardon, perfection is a puzzling plight;
It feels fantastic for a fuzzy fancy flight.
Nature is neat in its notions and noises
But chaos clouds constantly, I’m clawing choices;
So aim your arms to be my armour affirmatively
Life me lightly from the languish life has been lately.
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