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May 2010
How marvelous is the view
Even when its cloudy and it may rain
Just a few minute or hours from now
But still im grateful of this ministering skies

It so wide that no one can measure it up
T square cant, steel tape looses its grips
They were bemused thinking of such things
How to chase the width of each corner

As I watch this heavenly body moving
Though lying in this bed made of string
The moon is like an eyes that staring at me
And Im so blessed that the empty head turns to fun filled

In this moment of soft delicate air
Machines suddenly stop their vibration
Gaze at whole beauty and take a time
To open their utmost beings

And the cloudy atmosphere has gone by
It really enlightens my new year eve, as I observe
The falling rain has postponed its delicacies
And i feel the warm touch of the season
Mark Rubilla
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