My word is inebriatingly pure
It intoxicates like the fumes of an uncorked bottle of dark ale
My word is a perennial cure
It delivers with cecerity like a faxed mail.
My word foams like a newly brewed wine
It boasts of that immiscible regale
That rouses the synagogued minds from their tastes, stale into an invigorating allure
With a piercing strength of the Ancient Tale.
They call it The Power of the Byzantine
But I dubb it "An "Ingenuity that is Word-epicurean (Mzee).
I am called TOSIN (Tree Of Success In Nascence).
I'm a subjective form of aesthetics who adores and's besotted by everything in the objective form of aesthetics.
I despise being obtrusive, but I am perceptible. I
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