When the heart erred

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WHEN THE HEART ERRED When the pigeons erred; not following its regular rhythm of flight as tumultuous storms overhauled the silken afternoon; they deplorably sank in a bedraggled heap; to murderously coalesce with despicably cold ground, When the rose erred; not following its regular rhythm of swirling radiantly with the ecstatic breeze; it despondently withered in mists of rotten gloom; inexplicably diffusing painstakingly pathetic stink; instead of glorious waves of exuberant scent, When the lion erred; not following its regular rhythm of turbulently pulverizing its succulent prey into inconspicuously raw chowder; it was ludicrously guffawed upon by even the most minuscule of ant; who instantaneously capsized upon the most mesmerizing opportunity; to feast ebulliently upon its lame ears, When the mountains erred; not following their regular rhythm of brilliantly kissing towering beams of majestic sunlight; the brutally dumb stone finally felt contented; that it had now a gigantically frigid mate to parasitically lean and take compassionate reprieve from, When the fish erred; not following their regular rhythm of rampantly swimming in deep waters of the choppy sea; the fishermen sitting on the shores had a gala time; pecking them like diminutively dwindling mosquitoes; at the tiniest poke of their gleaming rods, When the kites erred; not following their regular rhythm of sailing high and handsome in the clouds; they split into a fathomless pieces; before settling as excoriated rags amidst an untamed juggernaut of branches; as the wind slowly died down, When the nightingale erred; not following its regular rhythm of stupendously melodious sound; it fulminated into ludicrously cacophonic rhyme; triggering discordantly ungainly tumult; in magically serene bits of atmosphere, When the dog erred; not following their regular rhythm of barking when strangers trespassed; the hoodlums made merry in flamboyant day as well as treacherous night; audaciously eloped with the booty; leaving it staggering for breath after kicking it ruthlessly in its solar plexus, When the lids erred; not following their regular rhythm of incessantly batting upon the trajectory of the handsomely impeccable eyeball; the eyes unbelievably lamented; as they gradually slipped towards a blanket of viciously gory darkness,


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