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A disturbance of the heavens,
An obscurity of the light
Encircled me in rotating fashion
Sudden curve of its course that glacial night.

I stood in the disenchanted meadow
Amid the strewn shimmering pebbles
Fascinated, by the owls dance with the wind,
To the song of distant echoes

Winters iron door quaked on its loosened hinge,
Clanging with spring’s rare assortments
Torrents of liquid spheres poured from heavens tower
Shadowed mystically under the revolving winter sky

Stumbling across creations enthralling oracle;
A cluster of nimbus clouds waft above
Eclipsing heavens gazing gleam
And a chilling wind blows.