P1: When the morning dives in,
I could feel the immense semblance of God.
The freedom of thought; its various expressions;
ambiance of natural aesthetics; they are enormous.
P2: It recreates itself for the love of every day.
I may miss the love of the moment;
yet more importantly I could winover
the lasting jive of a day.
P3: Sun may torment you with its immaculate rays;
Yet it is the destiny of a burning star.
What is hidden in a name?
There are countless angels and daemons.
P4: Spirit of eternity cannot forgive
the spike of a moment.
what you search is not what you deserve.
You need to be conscious of the natural selection.
P5: If you are becoming the finest of the wheat;
nature shall make wonders feeding your stomach
and healing your spinning mountains.
I could feel the immense semblance of God.
The freedom of thought; its various expressions;
ambiance of natural aesthetics; they are enormous.
P2: It recreates itself for the love of every day.
I may miss the love of the moment;
yet more importantly I could winover
the lasting jive of a day.
P3: Sun may torment you with its immaculate rays;
Yet it is the destiny of a burning star.
What is hidden in a name?
There are countless angels and daemons.
P4: Spirit of eternity cannot forgive
the spike of a moment.
what you search is not what you deserve.
You need to be conscious of the natural selection.
P5: If you are becoming the finest of the wheat;
nature shall make wonders feeding your stomach
and healing your spinning mountains.
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