An enlightening richness
Filling the being with immense pleasure
Flattering the eye to a profound level
Spotting it like a needle in hay
A blend not yet blended but sitting
Mixing in its own self
A light, vibrant and deafening
Fast and effervescent
Never missed by a peripheral skim
Sining the song of many voices
Forever growing and changing
Filling the being with immense pleasure.
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