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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required By a bunch of flowers, When the virgin morning arise up there Through the horizontal line, I just can't wait the instantaneous Change from one rose to another that special Sacrifice of life and death. Ah, what a smell! What a fragance! Conducing their theme (I must say, The roses) round with a Masterly self free will Exactly as it are saying is necessary to live! Oh sparkle circle! Oh fascinating robound! Oh omnipresence of God and Man! And energetic all --the smell, the fragance, The sparkle, and the robound-- on any moments of omnipotence And let us face it, romantic touch, All their creation go against me. Faithfully hope growing between my stay And my contemplation time. While the diffuse thoughts began moving Lovely really to understand that Concert of fragance --circulating beyond my soul, Beyond my tempo! Soberly for a moment, I am listening. The wind! The sounds! The world! Around me and, without perceive it, I see myself dancing in the space! It's like a breaking remember, strong enough to make me Laugh, to make me to write, to make me to say loud I am here to life. And without fades it, poor birds crossing by --I would like to retain them and to hold them next to me (just for a few seconds) their soft bodies and mine! But this does not make any sense. This is their world and only pain I have to take from it! I keep quieting when they are played (always happy!) To bring delicious moment for me. Ah, the lotus hours! Lazy; the incalculable thoughts open up; The bloodles world begins to shake, emotion, long time dead, Starts pitching passion; wounds which ripples of slept below, Try to fly with the birds as if it were just golden winds! Just after the Sunshine loses himself His virginity (his magnitude, I say) spreading his weariness while I stand and I take --not belong to the real world-- My bottom and walk away. But I stop, hopeless. I view from the river the bunch of flowers now more small, specially when I looked at it below; Fonding and very happy, I don't know why, The birds now dominiting in general my rosy place. What a wonderful break through the Sun And between the trees and then the life that go away! What a pretty contrast breaking up (in spite of what happen in the earth and inside me) the continuous push of the river's waves. Jumping upon the shore! All this in simple language I can't even describe very well! But they are --the birds!-- the only ones. Can't you see them? Together as the ligt The wind thundering round us!
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