The Lovely buds were trance,
I brunette leaf.
Dews drops were slept upon
A bloomed flowers.
Breeze speaks with the freshly,
Bloosmed rose to sleep.
A White moon has appeared,
To slumber the darkness.
But, The INNOVATION has also slept
With an every person,
Without knowing them .
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