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My View My ViewMy View by ~moolatte
Upon a lonely cliff I view
A scene apart from my world, so new
The water such a pristine blue
As though it's glass I look through
The water is as smooth as glass
But the imagine does not last
A lone ripple, upon the shore
Has me wishing for something more
A peacefulness so undisguised
Is magic, through my young eyes
The birds atop the water fly
They call to me with a greeting, as they fly by
The beach below, so empty yet so full
With shells rearranged by the water's pull
Over the water a cloud now covers
Casting a shadow wherever it hovers
But then as the cloud moves away
It leaves until another day
The
Sunset on the Lake Sunset on the LakeSunset on the Lake by ~moolatte
As the sun slowly begins to glide
Over the horizon, to where it hides
The water takes on a different look
From a green to a sky-like blue
The water's color transforms a-new
From where I sit upon the sand
I gaze upon this changing land
The birds are going home to rest
For they know what time for roosting is best
They make their journey across the lake
The shortest route is the one they take
The water is now a glimmering gold
And though there is a breeze, I am not cold
For the breeze is gentle, but not unseen
It drifts on by like a nighttime dream
And as the sun makes its final farewell
I'm done w
Moonlight Paradise Moonlight ParadiseMoonlight Paradise by ~moolatte
I walk along the beach, late at night.
Looking at the moonlit paradise before me.
The streaks of moonlight, carve out paths of glimmering silver sand
Lighting the way for me to see.
The water is still, not a thing moves in sight.
But from all the way across the lake,
I can hear calling for its mate, or readying to hunt, I don't know,
But it is the only sound I hear, except for the waves.
Even in the silence they are subtle, so quiet yet unmistakable.
As I walk along I see a seashell, amongst a bed of stones.
So lonely and yet perfect, so I pick it up,
And hold it against my ear, hoping for a distant sound o
A Heavenly Gift A snowflake falling through the skiesA Heavenly Gift by ~moolatte
On top of a mountain, now it lies
A single existence, so light and frail
Now coats the path of a wintry trail
A piece of Heaven, now a gift to us
A symbol of hope, and maybe of trust
Softly floating, atop an angel's wings
It amazes everybody, from peasants to kings
A winter paradise is now forming
The land around is now transforming:
The rocks and trees and around the town
As the exquisite treasure now comes down
The country lay in a state alight
For the snow reflects the soft moonlight
It alights the land for all to see
As if a beautifully conquered mystery
But the mystical secre
This Too Shall Pass Condemn'd to think, condemn'd to feel,This Too Shall Pass by ~dasliedvondererde
Condemn'd to languid sorrow,
I wonder when Death comes to heal
And take me to Tomorrow.
I've lived for long enough to yearn
For something I can bear:
But where on earth have I to turn
From sorrow and despair?
I will not cease my earthly life
Until my dying hour:
No more will this soul-crushing strife
While I to breathe have power.
I sometimes feel, I sometimes think,
I can no more go on;
Then into an abyss I sink
And weep there, woebegone.
So where have I to turn on earth
That I to life may cleave?
Where may I find some joy or mirth,
That sighs I need not heave?
I may not fi
The Journey Home Now strolling towards the dimming west,The Journey Home by ~dasliedvondererde
Towards the autumn sun, who rest
Is also seeking, so I walk
Along the roadside, and I talk
But to myself in silent thought
That comes unbidden and unsought;
And now I hear the traffic's hum,
That forms not all, but only some
Of what impinges on my sense,
For from atop a garden fence
I hear the song of the evening bird
As soothing as whene'er 'tis heard.
And as I went towards the sun
Now that his task was almost done,
I saw the melancholy leaves
Both dead and sere, though no one grieves
At autumn's slump of brown and yellow
Leaves; for the beauty of death is mellow.
I know not why, but,
Euphoric 
Sta.sh
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Who hath numbered the sand of the sea, and the drops of rain, and the days of the world? Who hath measured the height of heaven, and the breadth of the earth, and the depth of the abyss?
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Who hath numbered the sand of the sea, and the drops of rain, and the days of the world? Who hath measured the height of heaven, and the breadth of the earth, and the depth of the abyss?
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Who hath numbered the sand of the sea, and the drops of rain, and the days of the world? Who hath measured the height of heaven, and the breadth of the earth, and the depth of the abyss?