The Lost Love

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William Wordsworth

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

Besides the springs of Dove;

A maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone

Half -hidden from the eye!

-fair as a start, when only one

is shining in the sky

She lived unknown, and few could know

When lucky ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!

The Confession of Beauty

Question the beauty of the earth, question the beauty of the sea, question the beauty of the air, amply spread around everywhere, question the beauty of the sky, question the serried ranks of the stars, question the sun making the day glorious with its bright beams, question the moon tempering the darkness of the following night with its shining rays, question the animals that move in the waters, that amble about on dry land, that fly in the air, their souls hidden,their bodies evident. They all answer you, ‘ Here we are, look we’re beautiful.’

Their beauty id their confession-St. Augustine

In My Sky

The Cloud in My Sky

The clouds are near yet they are far

Wondering if I shall touch them

No, wait, a thought just came to mind

I shall take a small piece for myselfNature_Clouds_wallpaper

Being careful so no one would know

A simple touch not to disturb the essence of their soul

Oh, if only I could float so still and peaceful

To spread my soul high above this world of hate and sin

Speak to me my fluffy friend

How does it feel to encircle the warmth of the morning sun

To divide your soul at night like the red sea

So that the moon and the stars can shine on me

Tell me what angers you to darken my skies

Huffing and puffing, clashing together

Roaring with your thunderous voice

I find such sweet joy in your presence

When your quiet message descends upon my unhappy days