The world
It is so beautiful
You have to be alive
To enjoy the morning light
It is always bland if you just stare and stand
The world
Is beautiful just so
You may find your life
To Adore and admit your 💕 to the beloved
Life may never be the same
You may or may not find your dream
Yet, in this life
A dozen times in and out
Of the rustic fields of faith and hope
You may be looking as if never born in hope
Of finding your true dream come alive
Yet to be found,
Yet to be bound in a labyrinth
Of passion that takes you above the ground
Into a heaven over the eleventh
Seemingly impossible
Yet a delicate and darling
Love from above all else
Tender as a rose
Slender as a gossamer of ancient prose
Giving the love of lost eras of Eros
Bringing the brilliance
Of a healthy furnace over a heath
To bring joy and a fresh breath
When the seasons are yellow in gold
Drenched in freezing cold
Fortunately all the crops are already
Ready and behold, in a mound
Of paddy for cattle and bold
Feeding the hungry and old…
A day after dawning the kindness
Fighting the brutal with rebuttal and caring the frail
May the bright days lead you
To a new era
In this bold new world
Pouring love and regards for
Sustenance and solid friendship
To greet, meet and be sweet
To one another after
Ever after and after
Finding
The very brave New World!
Look! Behold!
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