Nepenthes
No syllables in that lullaby
But my callous heart melts
"Numb the nature' is a fallacy
Collimate mind there it dwells
Seraphic smiles, effluent love
All is mine, so replete, so deep it touches
It is in me "The Nepenthes"
Even the placid night can speak
When flaccid morals quarrel with bleak
Vehement folly leaves its streak
That moment I subjugate , I trek
By means of distant imperial sleek
The emollient concomitant eternal bliss
It is in me "The Nepenthes"
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