Wednesday, September 4, 2013

O her eyes crowning , a profile,..

O her eyes crowning glory
Told me a story
Of her own,
Like a ballad singer
Her eyes crowning glory
Told me a story
Of her own...

And me
Thought
Of  ballads
Lyrical
1798
Till
Now...

From
French revolution
To the fall
Of Berlin,
1945,

From discovery of homeric odes
To the writes of Morse codes,

All...

(Note: on eyes holding Truth as Beauty, Beauty as Truth, and Truth as Eternal, and Eternal as Beauty)

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