This is Aman’s second submission to the website.

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When the moon drove its luminescence,
to the stillness of magnificence,
the flowing stream tuned its rubble,
to match the gleam of charm so melodious;
the crickets all sang in chorus,
to pair the crackling of stoned bubble.

When the roaring westerlies silenced in tranquility,
and drove the cool breeze to rattle with the leaves in serenity,
the soil trickled with the water drops,
soothed the barefoot with the damp and touch contended;
the sky showered its clearness with the flickers apprehended,
the topography smiled with charm so mystical.