En plein aire
seeing You
The Goddess fair
Is no less
Than a bless...
Painting on the ground
Going unbound
me
No impressionist
Impressions once found...
In the open air
As if a painting
Evolving all the time,
Right there in front of mortal eyes...
O this going outdoor
Opening the doors
Has not once He us direct?
He the maker who unmaketh
All,
Has He not caused the rains, summer and leaves of the Fall?
En plein aire
Seeing You fair
Is the only way to seek the Light...
Like a painter submerged
In perennial awesome
aurora kind of heavenly delight...
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