Thursday, March 19, 2009

Praise Him

Facets of Nature
never been in such Glory.
Meant for the Almighty,
to stun at his creation.
I gazed at, with full balls.
Blended with nothing less,
yet something more than ever.

The attire of landscape
having knitted in heaven,
are guarded by his sleuths.
Depths are His sleuths
and cliffs are His forts.
This nostalgia embarasses
life and its fullness.


Dated 3/3/2002

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