Vivid
Look; the darkness is so pristine;
the bitter night's air tastes fresh and clean;
Tell, me can you smell the evergreen?
Ahead, the sky, it curves like a bowl,
does it not? Look as it ripples and folds;
like an enormous deep-sea with stellar-
holes, and silver-white plumes-
that sworl and roll?
Look deeply; now, into the blue;
It breathes, it moves and glitters hues-
such a faceted spectrum if you see it through.
The stars are dividing now,too.
See, these trees, they breathe mysteries,
and these hills they roll like eternity,
we float on stilts within a dream,
and forever on with the waves.
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