Uncanny passion of rain inebriates to coo in clouds
as silken shadow of green seems to croon beneath
tapestry of joy hinges upon void of cosmos to shuffle
when rainbow prisms in resonance of reminiscence.
until moon fades away into dregs of night rocked in silence
like dark stone ribbed in oblivion to attune within,
song of unison seems to hide in history of yore unobtrusive
like soul rooted in subterranean stance of dichotomy.
from silvered soil of tranquil blue green sprouts to mellow
symphony rakes on to revel through morph of night
across fold of eternity as yet not unraveled time trudges on
falling mists mask meadow to decipher tangled code of mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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