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Poem : noon brilliance
Noon brilliance is steeped deep into morning ash,
her waking up lit the wild garden.
All of the fresh flowers being put to light
in brightness a smile her eyelash glowed.
The noon is high in the empty sky
with soft past lent to travelling clouds;
The grand dazzle sticks, I see, to all things of beauty,
gradually awakened, I see in fire, my fresh Rondeau.
her waking up lit the wild garden.
All of the fresh flowers being put to light
in brightness a smile her eyelash glowed.
The noon is high in the empty sky
with soft past lent to travelling clouds;
The grand dazzle sticks, I see, to all things of beauty,
gradually awakened, I see in fire, my fresh Rondeau.
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