soul smooches by the grace of embrace br relics of mankind yet being baffled by blue br where history fails to accord all portraits br mystically redounding in whispers of tonight br br I do remember thrills by curves of colors br speckles of rainbow sprinkling over hue of blue br heart seems to mills through the fragrance br swaddling across mango grove in completeness br br jingling of Florence by the touch of breeze br from other side of shore calls on buoyancy br cosmic resplendence diffuses across the green br over thrums of passion drinking scarlet of wine.