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
May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
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
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