O, them, which are concerned about miracle of nights!
Those see their own birth with latest gleaming stars up in the air…
Those bear inside, yet, icy autumn cold of nights
And show the sunrise rainbow glare!
O, you, the myriads divine appearing stars!
You keep your wonder for the ones who find you…
Still everywhere, especially among the finest grass
They make the sky on earth at morning light beside you!
05/11/2010
For you... about you...
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