Infinite
I climb the northern ridge to watch
The lucent view of crystal sea,
While dancing tides reflect the mist
Atop the crown of ancient hills.
And far below, the meadow bows
To praise One's infinite design,
Now drawn across a moonlit eve .
My spirit bursts with heaven's flare
As winds embrace my inner glow.
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Contest of Rick Parise: Old or New Poem 10 Line Max
Re-entered 10.2.1016
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