Magnificence of vast and spacious wintertide,
The Sun is so deceivingly unkind -
Its searing cold rings in the air, and flows inside,
And burns the rot away from heart and mind.
And leaves no room for contemplation o'er the whole -
The glowing clarity, the truth severe.
And no illusion dares creep over this soul -
The gift of revelation I revere.
Discarding theories high-flown, leaving the well
Traverse the realm of flaming snow and frost -
The perfect tools, the silent teachers tell:
Regain the purity, reclaim the light long lost.
I hear the Music of ethereal bliss and blaze
And utter names that of Perfection sing.
No one will live to save the shell that burns in rays,
No tool will kill eternity on wing.
January heart
© Copyright: Кристина Эмо, 2018
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Just AWESOME!!! No comments! I'm SO glade!
With LOVE!
Мери Флай 07.02.2018 21:49 • Заявить о нарушении
With LOVE!
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