Every cloud in the cosmos was incomplete without rain; the water that instilled signs of life in the dead; after cascading down,
Every wave in the sea was incomplete without raw salt; the granules of tanginess embedded, that granted it a ravishing aroma,
Every pearl incarcerated within the slimy oyster was incomplete without its shine; the scintillating glow that crowned it the king of all gems,
Every flower protruding from the soil was incomplete without its petals; the intricate furls of crimson that inundated the air with a rejuvenating fragrance,
Every bird soaring in the sky was incomplete without its wings; the slender flaps of skin that engendered it to fly,
Every patch of earth was incomplete without mushy grass; the tendrils of enchanting green; which voluptuously tingled the feet,
Every mountain was incomplete without its summit; the towering peaks that profoundly distinguished it from the ordinary lumps of mud,
Every lion transgressing through the dense jungle was incomplete without its growl; the thunderous sound that petrifies all animals in vicinity; to the last bone of their spine,
Every desert was incomplete without its sands; the golden crystals of slippery soil that flew rampantly in the air with the rustic breeze,
Every star in the sky was incomplete without its twinkle; the omnipotent shimmer diffusing from its demeanor,
Every dungeon was incomplete without darkness; the appalling gloom that encompassed it in entirety,
Every cactus extruding from scorched mud was incomplete without its thorns;
the acrimonious bristles; which stabbed like infinite burnt needles when caressed,
Every snake slithering through the marshy swamps was incomplete without
is venom; the poison impregnated in its fangs that strangulated its victim to
ghastly death,
Every fire burning was incomplete without its flames; the leaping wisps of
blistering smoke that wafted out as an aftermath,
Every man was incomplete without a moustache; the black bush of hard hair
embodied stringently to his lips,
Every temple was incomplete without god; the omnipresent aura inhabiting each
space, that created us all,
Every mother was incomplete without her child; the innocuous infant that suckled milk from her chest,
Every heart was incomplete without its vivacious beat; the throbbing pulse embedded that unleashed life,
And every life was incomplete without love; the person who made it feel special; the person who made it feel the reason to be blissfully alive
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