There stand walloping achromatic yolkish mount

Placing its wide dactyl on

The never ending brunette farm.

The sursurating green forage all around

Its phalanges and its soggy soil which had

Arrest the ichnite of the owner's foot

The tiny butterflies around osculating the

Watercourse passing by

And here and there latifoliated

Trees which screen the entire field

The branches of it concealing the sunshine!

As if it was insoluble gastroliths , stones piled

upon one nook , lie dampen in the idyllic

Progeny's view whose mother placed in under the tree.



Idyllic progeny? Yes , a mother interitious

Dull women , glam hands - red pebbles embedded in it.

The fierce drought and ashy tresses ,

The bright golden yellow twine adorned on her neck

Intense pain sculpted her eyes

The bright fixed stones on her red attractive hymnal artifact

And now dearly dirty and mangled threads

Coming out of it - denotes her life.

The big mark on her right leg

With a hot - burned wood and the

Pain of track and infront of the tiny child, a

Large smile gave her adust grantic lips!!

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