Whilst my itinerary of-

ailments is buried by my-

bare hands,out of the-

blue,an irresistible being emerges-

with a dome of infatuating gold.

With no deceptions,she bestows the-

fruit of rapture upon me as paving the way for-

seeing the dawn of benevolence is my apex.

A bolt of the blue,when i taste it thoroughly-

a wild inspiration sparkles through my eyes-

as my empty soul is being swayed by the zest of-

ecstasy.