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Freezing moments inspiring Poets

to dictate its prose, wearing this ancestral veil

the poets embody a mellowed spirit

that guide them through poignant interpretations.

Line after line written on silk parchment

eternal testimonies offering its prose encroaching,

clearing the tender state of the perpetual bond

that enslaves the mind of the free spirit.

This eternal invisible veil crimsoned eloquence

glorified, extended to the horizon

exposing the motherly lap of nature,

the womb of all living creatures.

A mystery that lies in the core of a concealed fascination

life spreads itself everywhere germinating in a flurry

extending its roots, its tentacles to provide nourishment

from the rulers of the day, the soil, the water and the radiant

veil.

The night is radiance illuminated by the veil

reflected through the white bright orb

giving the wolves time to release their wavering howls

barking, howling, whispering to the moon.

Offering ancient wisdom through the winds

the night is a stage full of remarkable musicians

a symphony of sounds, an unusual orchestra

howling, chirping, and warbling to pay homage to the full

moon.

The rotation will be soon concluded

a new phase is willing to cherish the sun is veil,

a new day preludes uncoiling routines

refreshed from a restful night sleep.