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Nature
The way is crowded
I'm moving past -drifting
I seem to be carried away
The winds brush past
The smell of the rose I faintly sense
I'm unaware -I throng along
And lo behold ! the silvery crescent glow
With a solitary star accompaniment
Seems to echo the moonlight sonata
I'm lost in this ecstasy
The whole web of tangling relationships fade away
The whole world is in its shadow
The only tangible element being this frame...
Suddenly,nay,I feel a jerk
I'm into this world -the throng continues...
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