To extremes swings the pendulum
No rest , to and fro
The path untread lies ahead
but in the now , joy have I bred
Things unsaid indeed are heard ,
Never did I know that vibes felt
Of the Babel that piled effortless,
twas grace the architect subtle
Disappoint me oh loneliness ,
lest I feel stony
soak me my longing ,
aids me connect , your aroma
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