Ain't it beautiful
Whence thinking of Thou,
Zeus, one goes out,
And life whence
Goes deeper into lighted a day
somehow i, like a child,
Above my little head,
Find such a blinding sight,
and i,how like a child,
Swept by thy light,
Kneels almost
On the Road,
Journeying
This little,
Mortal life.
(*Note: based on a photography of the Sun, as done by Me, today , as attached as proper Testimony)
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