A blazing fire, the Sun is,
He allows no nearness.
The clouds, mere shadows of his,
A-floating, fluffy, aimless…
Neither fits to afternoon gaze.
It's wise to stay in the cool;
It's nice to let down the shade:
A soul has to look in th' pool,
Get washed before she's weighed,
When old distress' done, for new ways.
Beyond the branches I glance,
Into the bright that extends,
Where sentiments a-flicker dance,
And touch stays, with no ends;
Not less than true, since th' birth of Day.
Sept.3rd,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beyond the branches of glance we feel burning sun with dignity of hope and light and inner peace in mind. A lovely poem is beautifully penned...10