Rhapsody of Nature

Rhapsody of Nature

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Here's a type of poesy that heaps praises on the aesthetic arts of nature from the view of its endowment in limited chains of rhyming schemes A persona is featured in this contex of nature praise who's found sited in a corna thinking so deeply about his life; he had just lose his job and he's really angry and unable to be consoled by the people around him. There in the darkness, the sun shines through the crevices of the wall or better yet a window. However, he finally braces up and walks up to the sun and squinting to see its real form up in the sky. One way or the other he gets some kind of hope-communication from the sun and traces the sun to the island where it would set in the horizon There on the island communication begins amongst the nature of breeze, trees, river and birds. The persona takes the fresh breez blowing as a song as it whizzes about him and through the trees uninterrupted. The character is even awe at this wonder when the Nightingale and Canaries are chirping in the trees in milange of the whistle of the breeze wind, all are what the character seen as a wonder from God that even nature communicate amongst themselves as human In conclusion of this poem, the trappings and awe created by this nature make him forget his worries as he imagines himself singing in his traditional dialect, Benin where he hails from.
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His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, what devilish aura he shadowed if she accepted him and was ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, and he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain. She only wishes to go away from all the emotions, but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain? No, she never hated him. She changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love, why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness, or is he already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene, calm face... she is looking directly into his deep, dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why would you like to provoke me... ha, " his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing in front of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently, rubbing the soft, gentle, dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes, accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me, sweetheart, what punishment should I give him." A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband," she said as he didn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile

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