The moon is full,
Rising in a shining arc.
It sheds its silver light over the verdant forest,
The bosky wood filled with life.
It is the breath of beauty,
The breath of god,
It is the life of passion,
And it is the reason I live.
The stag running through the woods,
It's primeval grace unmatched by any man,
It's strength and speed godlike,
And I tremble in awe.
The world is divine,
The sea is a work of art.
Nature is all brilliance,
It will be at the end,
And it was at the start.
A contest entry
- Anything Beautiful by Dirty and Broken.
900 points, ended March 24, 2007, 13 entries
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very beautiful, but not exactly what i would call unique
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