Droplets chilling and invigorating
benumb the brain and every cell.
It is the echo of rejuvenation
it enraptures my subconscious self.
So hushful and so divine,
a new aeon rising, a virtuous fight.
Like flames, a burning sapphire
the illusions glide, the reality unwinds.
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