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"I see all these beautiful things/ and my care decays, yet my sorrow springs" - inspired:) |
| A Blue Ocean Wispy gauze veils the bright eye Blown with soft current around In cloud dark wings flit and fly Far above the river wound. A green sea stands caught Beneath fogged blue ocean White tendrils circle and knot The grain of wood in motion. Long shards of immaterial gold Break thin vapour and shine On the wooded waves that rolled Between water snakes entwine. The bright eye has burned And swept all the cloud away All things sit bright and turned In sun so pure, sorrow so sway. |