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Hmm...voila!That was the moment...
a minuscule moment yet it elicits and engulfs eternity...
To be in that moment is to have lived eternity...
Eternity engrossed me....her eyes are ardent architect of nature...
When I see her eyes I am vulnerable to her....
The consummate of air,flesh, water,fire...
Is the source of her eye,
A complex subtlety of life,
But what I see is the eternity,
The eternity that is encapsulated in her eyes,

What an ardent architecture,
only under her(nature) tutelage it could have been possible...
The zephyr from the air,and the water cascading from the bucolic mountains must have metamorphosed themselves with the verdant life on the earth to emanate such eyes:eternally evolving.
I am as enchanted as I could be,
Letting my life unfold itself with her gratifying glances,
Those glimpses of the eternity reverberates in me like the thunder,

Ruptured from the nature,
blossomed from the beatific earth,
Ensue:she is bearing the fruit entitled eyes...
so then an endeavor excursion of my sojourn had begun....
The walk along the streets of fame
Streetlights illuminating the night
Dazzles are but fleeting moments
Adulation of the crowds will wane
Looking through the dark glasses
To fend off the bright camera flashes
Offered the spotlight by bright lights
They will switch off during the day
Temporary embellishments will disappear
With ease walk the streets
Where fame is just not a stereotype
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