(P)erfection was her impatient tears,
(E)nveloping souls in her garment.
(N)o one got bailed from the rhythm,
(W)orms of the soil with smile they beamed.
(I)n the air journeyed her tears with
(Z)eal painting a philanthropist.
(Z)accheus's turned Goliaths in excitement
(O)wing to mother breeze's tenderness.
(L)akes, oceans are witnesses to the tale.
(A)ll thanks to the cloud's tears of yesterday.
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