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Eyes of corn flatten, Midday sun streaming down, Invisibly pressed into circular pattern. It was almost like a miracle, Wind purred around almost lyrical. A code from an unseen workload? It ordained they’re waiting to be discovered. I would spend many hours staring, Ponder unwinding almost spellbinding. Maybe this was a rudder in the divine helmsmen’s hand, His way of self-expression in the exalted hours. To blazon his greatness within natures towers. Or was this a spacecraft that press upon us? The more I deem the more I become aware, How infinite is truth. Lessons to learn as deep as the ocean, Swept along in mysterious of motion. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 40 [informant] => wellsmark [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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