
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.