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'Dark is indeed beautiful', the poet profoundly conveys this message through this poem. Read on!
‘Dark is indeed beautiful’, the poet profoundly conveys this message through this poem. Read on!
Enchanted beauty with all its light, I am a silver on thy pride. Here am I, a beautiful light, Striving and climbing with all my right. To say to tell, an emblem to enshrine, I am a beauty in the darkest of line. Thy nature, my mother blesses me with all her love, To say, to tell, to correct the world, I am the resident of that ugliest love.
I m seen in flowers, the trees, and in the dark light of honey bees, Profound In the darkest streets, Where silence prevails with all its deeds. I am in those woody trees and The beautiful butterflies you professedly tease.
But in the dark, am I killed? Am I only a part of this colorful brick? Click a picture someday on the dark shore, With the twinkling sky wearing a pretty chore. The most heavenly happiness foreseen, You admire this sunshine beam.
See old chap, my colors are beautiful in the dark, In the moon, the stars twinkling being just the start. We dance, sing and play hereby Have you ever heard a bird giving a cry? Just to tell you old dear chap, We see we hear, to tell thy world, This is the real beauty with all its glittering love.
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