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Recognize
As the snow melts away,
My soul melts too;
Coming for recognition
In a moment, a portrait of purity,
Never fulfilling fate
But cherishing the same reality
Fading and decaying.
What once was angelic
Now only falters further
From the divine origins
In feverish speculation
Of truth.
The truth is glued to us
From the very beginning
Of creation.
I always admire how you take
I always admire how you take a glimpse of actual movement---snowmelt, which, though often not noticed, is very dynamic---and transform it to an expression of metaphoric or metaphysical observation. This is real poetic art.
Starward
To be read in Elvis' famous
To be read in Elvis' famous voice:
"Thank you thank you very much."
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