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The day palace in which abides the Sun emperor, Who knows not to despair when once fallen; The blooms that flower as the fierce Sun's delicate followers, Greeting him at dawn and mourning for him at dusk. The star string that adorns the night Like a diamond ornament light and bright; The tides that whisper something to the Moon - Perhaps a love song, for he glows back in joy. The sky paper, varily coloured with splashes of paint And patches of pure white and filth - stained grey; The feathered fowl indulging in flight And sometimes resting in self-made melodies. And the splendid sea, a wanderer who, but, is fixed to her spot, The mirror of nature, breakable yet in fact unbreakable; The slithering creatures facing the wind of water, Sweeping past other iridiscent colours under the sea. All done in distinct beauty by the Divine Brush on Nature's canvas; And all creations - being homes of the Divine Maker, Being one as Nature - the beautiful maiden divine, Does display a dazzling dance divine. And as sweet as honey trickles the mouth, So does my eyes as jewels shine wonder - Awaking joy from slumber and lulling the Devil to sleep. Gratitude to the ray that woke the idle mind.
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Nov 3, 2009
Nov 3, 2009 at 3:38 AM UTC
Me And Vivid Nature
The day palace in which abides the Sun emperor, Who knows not to despair when once fallen; The blooms that flower as the fierce Sun's delicate followers, Greeting him at dawn and mourning for him at dusk. The star string that adorns the night Like a diamond ornament light and bright; The tides that whisper something to the Moon - Perhaps a love song, for he glows back in joy. The sky paper, varily coloured with splashes of paint And patches of pure white and filth - stained grey; The feathered fowl indulging in flight And sometimes resting in self-made melodies. And the splendid sea, a wanderer who, but, is fixed to her spot, The mirror of nature, breakable yet in fact unbreakable; The slithering creatures facing the wind of water, Sweeping past other iridiscent colours under the sea. All done in distinct beauty by the Divine Brush on Nature's canvas; And all creations - being homes of the Divine Maker, Being one as Nature - the beautiful maiden divine, Does display a dazzling dance divine. And as sweet as honey trickles the mouth, So does my eyes as jewels shine wonder - Awaking joy from slumber and lulling the Devil to sleep. Gratitude to the ray that woke the idle mind.
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rex-mathew-mathew
Indian
Nov 3, 2009
Nov 3, 2009 at 3:38 AM UTC
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