Sunday 29 September 2013

REFLECTIONS vii

It moves in
Inexorable dignity,
A strong runner
Who delights to run
From dawn to dusk.

It has the aura,
The rights,
Of a bridegroom.

Nothing escapes
The munificence
Of the splendour of its shining.

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