The sweetness of earth,
Clash of the shingles
And grasses brimming with their impish grin.
Like the glittering stars,
Light years away, the bricks of men
Burnt out of clay,
Here to stay,
She’s here to stay;
The scent of cinnamon,
Wafting through the streets,
It’s in the midst of lost space,
Where she shall find solace.
It was a wonderful day.

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