Dispositions are always, toothless;
Sans any smile.
It has wisdom of ages
Sluicing through loving eyes and sagging skins
Hearts cavort merrily
Prancing suns and moons.
It has ages of earth
Heaving mountain of skies
Galleries and museums
Vie for the running sole,
Tapping its foot
Invisible to our naked eyes
Warm breeze and supple face
Pout wisdom in space;
A clear expanse
A rainbow after the rain
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