Existence
O 'beloved Nature
thy healing beauty have a speak
thy patience moves on a beat
thy rhyming sound is so neat
thy deadly cold, thy burning heat
dressed in love take the seat
once will come you to meet
Labels: Existence
All about poetry that is an art, a unique form of literature from classic to modern, high to gentle, expression to feelings, flow to thought delicacy to life, rhythm to the music, vastness to ideas, layers to cosmos, waves to sea, light to stars, intuition to spirit, prophetic to revelation, ways to search, sublimity to the soul, nobility to ideas, spark to darkness, drops to rain, softness to flowers, a song to gallant, colours today, truthfulness tonight, above of all last to study.
Labels: Existence
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