*What ails us from knowledge
the flaw of being wised
is having less and less
things to be surprised!
Why bamboo groves creak
occurs ghost light
puppets can speak
stars fall at night!
How sun paints a rainbow
moths can make silk
summer sky is aglow
with whitely flowing milk!
Seems such a loss
death of ignorance
by effect and cause
hardly making sense!*
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
*What ails us from knowledge
the flaw of being wised
is having less and less
things to be surprised!
Why bamboo groves creak
occurs ghost light
puppets can speak
stars fall at night!
How sun paints a rainbow
moths can make silk
summer sky is aglow
with whitely flowing milk!
Seems such a loss
death of ignorance
by effect and cause
hardly making sense!*
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