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Gazing (and Leaving) Upon A Feild

Past the calm lake where,
Geese usually flock,
Through and through,
A shattered rock path that,
Has been forgot,
To the Field where,
A wren of rabbits,
Begin to play,
This is what I watch,
At the end of my day,
 
There are specific flowers,
I know not their Names,
Yet they Color was to Beauty,
As Sugar was to Kane,
A rainbow existing, wholly here,
In this field, my place,
Where Life is felt like breath,
Dancing with Grace,
 
The field will remain, for I must go,
The Sun has set, Cold the is wind’s blow,
I have respected: stayed my eyes here:
My ears, my brain, seeing Dancing Life near,
But as I pass on, I keep the Harmony:
For nothing is like Heaven,
As these moments are to me…
Altre opere di Robert Thomas Halliwell...



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