Observation

p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } Gentle taciturn of mesquite, black flames eviscerated by pale wings of green, you remain indifferent to these sufferings, a jiving branch rippling in the sublimity of such distant dreams, as if to fan the lunar smoke of eternity in the stale light of man's incessant thought, I shall not dampen the motion of your calm, with fervid moods, waking and distraught.