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Words Of Beauty

 
Of all the times i love one    
A silent stream at setting sun      
Drifting crimson clouds,; swept sparse      
And a rising star glimmering afar      
      
Of all the places i like where      
The land is green the air is fair      
A flock of sheep of natural flair      
Browses where the grass is neat      
     
And when at dawn the bell tolls      
Or when the twilight folds again and rolls      
And the herd, a tired silence holds      
Coming back full, for home sends calls      
     
A quiet landscape in the open space      
Along a row of pine trees where to pace      
A thick forest nestling birds' race      
From where a piney perfume exhales      
     
To be walking along a crystal clear brook      
While streaks of water enchanting your look      
You stream with the tide where lakes abide      
Where dragonflies skim, bugs on waters, ride      
     
Or to be charmed by the twilight shadows      
As they snake across the burnt furrows      
Where eucalyptus trees swing a tune      
Chiming with a flock of doves that croon      
     
And then comes the night to lull to sleep      
A birdie baby under a moonlight peep      
Leaving to dreams, all the Earthly souls      
Beneath a heavens' hand,The Almighty rules[/i]
     
       
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Written by ThePoet632 (CrossWords)
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