It was sporadically laid upon mountains
as it is so with hills, valleys and more;
It was splendidly crafted by clean hands
as it weirdfully crumble beneath, alone
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The tiny dots about the shorelines
paddles a penny bundle that bind;
it's delightful substance creeping to lay
and the bottom was wide like black clay.
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The Redemption
By the time the day of the Lord
will clinch its final throb;
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Why is the wind timidly blow this day
that flowers are mantled by the clouds?
Why is the sun shines late its normal track
that days’r emptied by dawning light knocks;
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It's been the mother of pride:
the energizer of stiffneckedness,
a piercing pin of lewdness,
a coagulator of abominations,
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It is a perilous venture to an unknown
where the living world is limitless
like weeds from a faraway land
dreaming...and hoping...
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Silent as they've grown in deep water's bed
seeing up above the bottom, down a sledge
their short-sight shoots, its branches zooms
to tame the blue sky as it blooms.
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The innocence of your looks
trimmed every inch of sadness
as we envy your freedom
in doing everything without
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I’m gone, confused.
Things are now rightly blinded.
It occurred last time.
But,
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