Like a burning candle behind the blue mist,
Dimly lit dew drops as sweet as the kiss,
As rivers upon rainbows as the dull magic begins,
Weaving behind the grey clouds till the grey drops drizzle.
Ever warming that great rush of the wind,
Swaying the branches of these melancholic trees,
In the divine harmony that rests alone in nature,
And the white of waterfall cascades softly form the sky,
A beautiful sight to gaze upon it's unjudging grace,
bending the leaves emptied of the night of fruitful lust,
And to falling with love upon my face.
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