- The Moon after sundown -
Thearid andthirstyis the daystrollingtardily for the rapacious stomach of the Star.
The torrid and cycloramicstudy of the sphere of fire, spillingcaustic rays from tenebrous womb of space..
The day tired as dead and sloth for laden reverie, stumbles into desolation, dry air and humidpain.
Like torpid plod of a turtle the daymoves toward evening with slanting flame,
the air like a sleepless lyre tinkles an autumnal tone in the far away forest.
The crystal moon is above the head,
soft radiance yet lucent luminosity spreadsatop the horizon,
the earth is flooded withmystical murky shine.
Children are playing in the field, unaware of the brimful sky,
pasturing the domestic men their cattle for the day, senseless of the moon with full glory.
Across the field people are loitering,
The moon is suffusingnectar - rich overenshrouding space without end.
with easy wind floating a group of avesto home word wing.
In this idle and busy hour a boy is among the few, espying the sublime solemnity and flamboyanceof delight,
with mortifying mind he fronts the moon and moves loosely around,
The enigma of this alluring magic lures him and appeals togive in.
Astounded with mesmeric elegance of the moon, as frenzied aficionado, he recurs a note of splurge and no one accesses his disquiet fluidity of mind,
' look at the moon, the flood of exquisite ecstasy, the ebullienceof booming thrill, '- -he quotes to someone.
' where?she goes out of the room and flinches around, searches for the moon.
Everyone is busyin the late hour of the day,
arrayed finishing the last drop of the duty of the day.
only a boy, a silent and solvent sentry of the lunar nobleness is awake nurturingpain pristine.
the earth is flooded withmystical murky shine. ..............................
Thearid andthirstyis the daystrollingtardily for the rapacious stomach of the Star. The torrid and cycloramicstudy of the sphere of fire, spillingcaustic rays from tenebrous womb of space.. The day tired as dead and sloth for laden reverie, stumbles into desolation, dry air and humidpain.
Thearid andthirstyis the daystrollingtardily for the rapacious stomach of the Star. The torrid and cycloramicstudy of the sphere of fire, spillingcaustic rays from tenebrous womb of space....! !
Everyone is busyin the late hour of the day, arrayed finishing the last drop of the duty of the day. only a boy, a silent and solvent sentry of the lunar nobleness is awake nurturingpain pristine.
Like torpid plod of a turtle the daymoves toward evening with slanting flame, the air like a sleepless lyre tinkles an autumnal tone in the far away forest
The day tired as dead and sloth for laden reverie, stumbles into desolation, dry air and humidpain..., ,
Thearid andthirstyis the daystrollingtardily for the rapacious stomach of the Star. The torrid and cycloramicstudy of the sphere of fire, spillingcaustic rays from tenebrous womb of space...! ! !
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The crystal moon is above the head, soft radiance yet lucent luminosity spreads atop the horizon