The sun, the moon, the stars unfurled
The wind, the rain,the lightning hurled,
But nothing can compare.
The seven seas, the four corners, the sunset ablaze
Countless Gods, kings aplenty, fog's murky haze,
But nothing can compare.
Tall trees, tiny shrubs, babbling brooks,
Rushing rivers, music, literateure and books,
But nothin can compare.
Piano music, whistling wind, and baby laughter,
All these things are beautiful ever after,
But nothing can compare.
To you.















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No his mind is not for rent, to any god or government. Always hopeful yet discontent. He knows changes aren't permanent, but change is.
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