
Flowers spring from the grounds,
Spirits are high above in the sky.
Spring will come in seconds,
Winter will soon leave in gray.
Monday, March 28th, 2011

Flowers spring from the grounds,
Spirits are high above in the sky.
Spring will come in seconds,
Winter will soon leave in gray.
Monday, March 28th, 2011

Like the Moon in the Water,
She’s soaked in a desire
to fill her with full of light,
the virtue of high mind, the sublime pursuit,
spurning airy celebrity.

The gushing streams of thoughts,
The reservoir of reluctant spirits,
all burst forth in wild waterfalls,
so splendidly in ravishing bliss.

Those thousand stars of imaginations
Those divine feats of brave deeds
flow from the celestial sea of Saturn and Uranus,
making you of Olympian Spirits and Minds.

A high cold star on a winter’s night
chiming the notes of her emotions
entering a forgotten melody in the past
is the word she feels for her pathos.

The day’s act has come to an end,
The scenes are become past,
The curtain falls on the stage
with the sound of nightly lullaby.
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