The scenic beauty fades
Deep into the recess of the eerie silence
The rumbling above indicates none within
Reason dims into insignificance
The draw of water and the mist
remain unparalleled to all on the list
as it parches the thirst of the earth
the insomniac revels beneath
Sleep is afterall a fickle fiend
Here one day, then gone for a week
But awakeness never looked better before
After all there never was such beauty and splendor
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