Beauty is what by clarity of vision
more we learn greater we know truth
as we read history as mirrored by facts
yet time seems paradox in hand by realty....
yet rain is indebted to clouds
mystery dissipates by illusion
reason never defies riffs of truth
i am as i am by commiseration
ocean is beyond reach of moon
horizon befuddles in silhouettes
tide and ebb reason to reason
all earthly riffle by rise and fall
love of Florence ramifies by colors
do we ever judge our own strength?
every bits of raves up redounds
rainbow rills on illusion by extermination
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