a set of velvety curves
tapping its feet on a glistening slope
slowly dancing its chiseled path
leaving traces of midnight heat
amidst the hush of frost's embrace
the delicacy of hums
sounding like cantillation
of angel's descendants
enticing their long lost believers
digging claws into the loamy terrain
a droplet escapes the somber nimbus
leaving an enigmatic plague
in the recesses of one's skull
here I unveil the innermost echoes
"it was a bewitching agony"
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