as I behold to the blue void expanding
as yet the invisible paragon of eternity
as incomprehensive as the time endless
and we do exist as ephemeral yet irrelevant
as we meet our time the reason yet unknown
when rocked up by the reeks of imminence.
As nature flows yet with all its cadence of love
In response to that when we pleased to smile
As bedecked by the thought of moon and stars
like peacock dancing impinged by the clouds
before it rains the love intense as cohered
the glittering of blood wishing in her warmth
the thrumming grace of her as inhered in clouds
as splashing of waves by the tide in full moon
yet we look to the sea in a stance in a quaint askance
raving all our shadows apprehensive steeped in pain
The greatest gifts are those that cost us least: Price varies inversely with true worth.Life itself's a free gift of the earth Born of ecstatic joy in plant and beast.What more exquisite present than a bower Of wild roses in adolescent bloom? Yet all that vivid color and perfume Exist to serve the interests of the flower.
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When meeting our time, remembering all those gifts we've left behind in our memories, unable to get them back. Look forward then to the new gifts and hold onto them as long as possible before they too become memories upon our inner minds. Colors, expressions, aromas can never be as vivid in memory as when we are actually living them. Great poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn