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Iridescent tears,
Wets flower on hislapel:
Circus has ended.
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Branches spread Thy word,Prophesying over stones:Prophets of the wood.
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Amongst crashing waves,Confusion strikes the seagulls:Little singing rock.
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Legend has foretold,The hazy illumination...of a silver harvest-moon,Shall give rise...to the sprouting of the chosen one.Harvested in a magical field..
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Preacher of the skies,Sermon of Thy golden rays:Wheat parishioners.
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Whispering waters,Glistening tales of the sun:Narrative of light.
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Blue waves cloaked in white,Come to kneel before the shore:Power in the sand.
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Pure divine daisies,
Blessed by Nature’s holy rain:
Ordained by the sun.
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A wooden vessel,Buffeted by seething waves:Treacherous waters.
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An unnoticed net,
Appearswith the morning dew:
Invisible snare.
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