Ultimate Goal
The fervent, abiding sun
mirrors the brave, coarse grass.
An alluring, charming tree
is threaded with a fine thread
of a stork.
Residing the moonless night
in the tranquil greenery
and caressing it, it will be
absolutely ecstatic.
An ardent spring of a glowing,
luminous lighthouse
dresses a triumphal tomorrow.
A grievous , weeping nightingale
languishes in an impenetrable,
dense forest.
The violet, crimson aspiration
dwells in a passionate,
light mound.
Fathomless, stoneless days
gleam unquestionably
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