THE DAY The day the carpet of voluptuous grass; stung like a million acrimonious thorns, The day the conglomerate of mesmerizing clouds; showered mud instead of grandiloquent rain, The day the majestic waves in the ocean; blossomed into sickening sugar instead of tangy globules of pungent salty froth, The day the crystalline islands of eye; oozed satanic blood instead of poignant waterfall of tears, The day the fiery Sun in the sky; shrunk into a cloud of darkness; instead of emanating brilliantly shimmering light, The day the astronomical summit of the mountain; metamorphosed into an inconspicuous ant; instead of kissing the royally glowing moon, The day the princely eagles; commenced to walk like ordinary man; instead of soaring handsomely through the cocoon of satiny clouds, The day the festoon of exotic leaves; incorrigibly stuck to their origin; instead of exuberantly whistling with the astoundingly enchanting wind, The day the incredulously captivating rose; remained profusely lackluster; instead of diffusing its marvelous fragrance to every cranny of the atmosphere, The day the ingratiatingly striped frogs; slept in domains of gloomy tranquility; instead of croaking their hearts out under ferocious cloudbursts of heavenly rain, The day the timelessly ticking clock; started to move backwards; instead of galloping forward with traces of new found life, The day the vivacious rainbow in the sky; remained colorless; instead of culminating into a magnificent paradise of color and ravishing charisma, The day the shade of poignantly crimson blood; started to differ; instead of being immortally same for all tribes on this planet, The day the rambunctiously buzzing beehives; started to produce belligerent scorpions; instead of a sacrosanct stream of golden honey,
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