Light
Daylight breaks
through treetops vermillion shards
spark and glisten,
dance through ashen shadows
illuminate darkness
as if by natures own
peculiar brand of magic
small flares of life burst forth
to form an ocean neverending
of light traced in gold,
gilded in silver and shining like fire
diamondesque raindrops stud emeraldwaves
while boughs bend as if to an applause they answer
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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| winner=ME | 0 | 03/04/2010 |
| How It Is | 1 | 03/04/2010 |
| Light | 0 | 03/04/2010 |
| Surreal | 0 | 03/04/2010 |
| You Have No Idea | 0 | 03/04/2010 |
| fall of existence | 0 | 03/11/2009 |
| stars | 0 | 03/09/2009 |
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