Nature’s tender siren

            Bereft thinking, bare of time’s sand, cheery vision plays to the hum of nature’s tender siren. Lured forth by the twinkle in the castaway’s eye, lids flutter and frolic in parky night sky. Unsettled senses, contrived consequence the eager teacher, dash the scene with silent ransom until vanished in daylight’s forged confidence.

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