
Beauty is a Nature’s Ecstasy,
Calming tempest of chaos,
Lighting the lamps of the eyes
Of all to whom it appears in bareness
With tender and thrilling tensity.

Beauty is a Nature’s Ecstasy,
Calming tempest of chaos,
Lighting the lamps of the eyes
Of all to whom it appears in bareness
With tender and thrilling tensity.

With the works of great writers
Of Beauty and Intelligence
In magical feats of Imaginations,
She regales with infinite varieties.

Tell me, Sweetness, if your eyes see me
Dear as a land after storm to a weary sailor,
A sensuous stream to a thirsty wayfarer,
Even if it’s just my wish to my own fancy.

There was a girl, and she had bangs
Right below her crescent eyebrows.
And when she was happy,
she was sweets to the sweet,
And when she was sulky,
she was colds to the coldest.

She sent a message in a bottle into the sea
And watched the waves move it away
Into the horizon, beneath the visiting Sun,
The sight she could not bear without passion.
She spoke a song into the ether
And saw it fall into the water,
deeper into the vale of abyss
as she was panting with longings.
Then, long afterward, in quicksands
on shore washed up by the memories,
She found the bottle with two messages
sealed with a lover’s song in his words.

A word is dead in the ether
when it’s swayed in smother
Some say.
I say it begins to live long
today and tomorrow along
If I try.
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