Now as the sun when the earth turns away,
delivers on earth bouquet of flowers
and vision is its blooming in the eyes
while the day stands upon its high shoulder
the flow of its heart fusing through its squalls
arrives the power of the greatest force
in package as minor as a sparkle
or brushed over deserts without veil
even in the darkest hidden places
removed by many distances from light
builds an intricate forest in the moss
partakes of its diminishing in shade
saunters as though father of a child
ambles into bedroom windows greeting
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