Flower Fountain

A mesmerizing fruition that one can attain if they vouch the enigmatic molds under nature's misty veil, all the designs on her gown are nothing but the mimics of each, causing the divine symmetry. 

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There we see the cerulean of sky larking in the river's eyes, The waves emerging from the ocean's heart, are embodiments of ornated mountain tops. The frozen dewdrops on the grass are like tears of delicate being. The never stopping clouds convey the notion of efficient lives. 

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We hear a bird's song in the lullaby of a harp. We witness, fountain-pebbles are blooming with colours on the branches of greens and browns, creating a fountain of flowers. 

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All the repeating seasons, all the happenings and mishappenings, all the disorders and manifestation... render a magical dependence as the thirsty winter waits for spring's fountain of love and paints the pink graces of the frame, reminding the heart with a fountain of unspoken words and the universe nurturing a womb of wonderful weird worlds.