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Beyond the horizon glances
A destination
Manifesting the delicate redness
Of an instant or two,
And the eyes are stationary.
The heart says
No one should steal this splendour,
Eyes, heart and intellect…
They all are ever ready to obtain
A sight of such splendour.
But sometimes
The heart experiences something else.
It creates something
Not seen by eyes,
Not thought by mind,
Not reasoned by intellect,
Beyond the world,
That is the sensation of heart.
Spirit of the world.
The river that
Blended into the ocean,
The dark enveloping
All directions,
The other side of the horizon
Hiding behind it
Quiet, healthy sun.
This spirit of the world
Is at one time
Soaked into pity,
And at another
Drowned in grief of departure,
And sometimes
The river expresses
A bit of contentment,
And at times,
The moon rises
Spreading cool moonlight