Dear Wiz

In the sea of her verse,
Let your soul submerse,
Wherein dwells the affection,
Of a magical perfection,
Take a dip or two,
In morrow's first dew,
For in it resides,
Nile's sole pride,
You shall find a blossom,
In the depths of her blooming burgeon,
A mere touch of your enchanted soul,
The still river shall ceaselessly flow,
Flow,
With the stream you must,
Be drenched,
In a spellbinding cloudburst,

And you shall be splendid, 
Dear Wiz........

(c) S.S


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