UNQUENCHABLE

Silent hill, daffodil lying still, A winding mill, shivering chill. Ouch! a thorn touch, bother much, Thoughts playing fetch, across horizon stretch. Dew drunk shrew, lousy eyes under sun drew, the skies vacant blue, where roots once grew. A mellowed whisper; bellowed echo, glittering river, sight shallow. Rippled reflection; warm creation, Blissful perception, blossomed imperfection. PRMDR

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