The steppe beguiled,
Unfriended by innocence,
Renders powerless the seraphims,
Within the inner citadel.
The primordial whims,
Engulfs the spirit,
Impulses with unshaken strength,
Charges in, in coaxion.
Plain hues of tinted shades,
Delights the spirit,
Yielding unto the colourful disharmony,
As assailing its walls.
Berefted dignity,
Misses its way,
To converge with shame,
The new eden pigmentation.
#El_Magnifico™
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