Ah! The sun shines once again
Burning the empty, dauntless carcass
From where I have mournfully lain
From whom I cannot surpass
From which I cannot explain
Oh beauty! The greenest pasture!
Greener than what eyes may see
Richer than my soul, (for sure)
Fruitful than myself on spree
How endless! The sea and the sky!
Some may praise the color it holds
Yet cannot exceed the blue in my eye
Where the mysteries were told
Stranger than a boat on dry.
Pointless! What I am trying to say
But it's better; it to be clothed
Than it to be left alone and stray
For one day, the blunt edges that's been loathed
Might cause me to kneel, mourn and pray.
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Poems to tell the poor faithed.
PoetryA book of poetry that tell-tale the life of the author.
