The Mystery Called- Nature
Yellows mourn by the window side
Gorgeous Blues and Violet's bride....
Famished wild feed the route,
Once when asked by nature did they loot;
Fine morning's bliss and evening's dexterous mute!
Strange as the mysteries of heart, once when knit never depart
Strange are the tears of the sky, she cries till her eyes dry.......
There is this smiling night on his flight, irresistibly enjoying the world's plight
AND yet I don't Know why the Yellows mourn by the window side?
Gorgeous Blues and Violet's Bride..............
The handsome Night crawls upon the day,
Caressing and cajoling the imperial palace gay
The worms feed the dead as they ready themselves for the test,
the wind carries the putrid stench far into the wilderness chest....
Rounding on a frightened hare, is an old jackal sly;
with envious greed is an eagle, on the pry..............
All around there is joy and evil delight,
Yet I don't know why the Yellows mourn by the window side?
Gorgeous Blue and Violet's Bride.......................
Copyright © Rizaet Russell | Year Posted 2017
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