THREE MOODS IN BLUE
| The sky shines bright with the sunlight; The pale blue calls forth the sparrows; Their songs float out upon the air, Cascading down where the stream flows. The rain falls cold from the heavens; The gray blue drenches the front lawn; The birds hide fast in the treetops; Dreary clouds call forth a gray dawn. The mind falls silent in lone thought; The deep blue sharpens the senses; Unlike the sky and the rainfall, The tranquil mind knows no fences. (1998) |
THE GOLDEN COMPASS
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