The sun rests on bloody shrouds, a dying day done
To resurrect on mourning clouds, another fight begun
Ore mountains and valleys stretch your arms, embrace cold breast of earth
Warm willows and tear wet sallies whose shade casts doubt upon your birth
Helios lift your hero head that in stars inspires fright
Raise from your battle bed banishing with fires the dark of night
With your arrows of light pierce the sky, may the shadows hide
On your golden chariot fly with Chronos on your ride beside
Burst in blossom blooms of flame ignite the meadow's flower sparks
Disrobe nature, expose her naked shame, hidden clefts and rainbow arcs
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Pure poetry, you have surpassed yourself.
I suppose even nature must have flaws, or maybe the flaws are just the earths realignment.
If you live in a country that some idiot isn't bombing, and you can get into the forest see a river, it's only then you realise how perfect nature is.
You are too kind my friend your words are most important to me and deeply appreciated as is your support. Thanks so much for the encouragement my friend
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