See this here now?
The silence dwelling the humble air,
The abundant mist falling down
Into what is now a Utopia,radiant and fair.
More often perched in our heart
But,rarely preached as an angel it is'
Rarely blessed upon the ere nights,
Blessed as to house Sun at dawn with ease,
Blessed and,forever holding light
That glows before noon may appease
And,take to us a temperate sight;
Shining Dawn's summer sun o'er our peace,
And upon the afternoon from which she shall fade,
May she rise up tomorrow and lay on the posture laid.
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Poems To The Psyche
PoésieIn this book of a few poems we will be looking into the nature and death as well as love.The poems are mostly focused on nature such as the seasons and animals then dives a bit deeper as to express death before closing of with a tragic love poem.All...
