Mystery domain🤫
A mystery domain where everything is pale
Only takes tone from our tale.
Where we can track few mystery seeds...
Of sunflowers and fragrance of roses
Which can detain our sagacity...
Because they knew that
Our beauty has secret clout...
By the way, this secret domain has few secrets
Which sprouts in presence of true concern...
It takes only shade of unadulterated character...
Additionally it addresses few secret contemplations
Which we can’t articulate...
Because here, wind blows towards desire
Where we can’t conceal our inclination
we only need to mug up whatever it is.
In this mystery domain...
Birds prattle with few squeak,
So that melody tune of music yield:
Their tunes are damn magical...
Which helps to improve the quality of air.
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