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A dulcet diorama I’d try to fashion..
Sprinkling some moon-light on the waves…
Adding a chill to the breeze…
An essence of calmness I’d exhale…
  A dash of mist around would help…
  A tinge of longing for something elusive…
  A pinch of moon-light I’d keep in my pocket…
An incredible zest for life on a stellar night…

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Wouldn’t I simply pause to give myself an applause?!

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