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Mortal Garden

Tenderly the yellow Sea awoke at mid night
From it's long slumber, and the beach birds
Of all colors too, sailed to their task, at first light.
And around the coast far and wide green buds,
Opened their eyelids, to balmy fondles of twlight,
And I heard, the early voice; of the rising day,
That spread over horison; to kiss the orange sun,
Ahh, beyond that voice; lies an amazing tale,
A sound florescent and the important one.
Then from the Mountain side an uproar raised up,
Tougher, it's to define in the mortal tongue.
The holy mysteries, that have Indeed, waked up
Every living thing, from the blue heaven to cattle dung.
And now listen! the appealing things, clay cups,
Or unseen Mystries; that we claim our own,
Or other relics and objects beyond our reason-
Or power are all Divine, and Man's role,
Is as like a guard, in a fruitful,
but the mortal garden----
Mortal Garden

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