The poets of the fall and a carnival of God...

'to breathe the name of your saviour...
...
...
To taste the flavour of blame...'
The song altered and occured
In his mind
One breezy a bit cloudy
Cool evening...
Just setting in
Like a dream
On the road
So much painted red
By blossoms that bled
Only Agape...
The highest form...
Of living...

And he looked up
The sky so stupidly beautiful
The road so insanely dipped
Into songs of cuckoos...
And other unknown birds...

They are all singing...
They are all part of springy monsoon...
They are all connected by fastest wireless network
To Him...
The God...

And he sang
The Carnival...
'The poets
Of the fall...'

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