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Created on: August 26, 2009 Last Updated: August 27, 2009
Waiting with An Eternal Universal Patience;
With My Full Humane Universal Conscience!
To Get Rid of The Transitional Darkness;
I am waiting for The Dawn, The Sun, (with The All & Full Eagerness)!
At The Fresh Dawn, The Rising Shining Promising Eternal Universal Sun;
Ends the Tiring Evil Darkness with A Whisper of The Strong Fresh Promises of Day Long Fun!
With the 24, 7, 52 Weeks, It is The Fresh Shining Sun Rises to Set at the Dusk, it Is Consistent;
With the Transitional Darkness, Waiting I am for the Rising Sun, just not An In-Consistent!
I am the Simple Eternal Universal Servant of the Situation;
I have been Born out of The Nature's Eternal Emotion!
At the Sunset, I am just A Victim of An Eternal Illusion;
At The Dawn, I am the God-Blessed, Feel Again the Nature's Eternal Love & Emotion!
There is No Death, No Birth for "The Truth , The Nature, The Sun";
There is No Start, No End for The Humanity, The Nature's Eternal Fun!
The Playful Clouds Pass By;
As the Birds Fly!
The Tireless Young Waves Break on the Sea-Shore;
The Always Fresh Young Emotions Smile or, Roar!
At the Awaiting Dawn, The Bell of The Truth & Justice would Ring;
The Eternal Universal Message of the God & Humanity would Sing!
From The Nature, at the End of The Transitional Deaths or, Darkness, there Would Be The Sun;
From The Eternal Nature, there would be The Eternal Humanity, The Truth, The Eternal Fun!
There would be still remaining The Transitional Illusions;
There would be the Few Pains and Tragedy of Confusions!
The Illusions and Confusions would Rise & Set parallel to the Sun;
The Nature, The Truth would ever walk parallel to The Eternal Humanity & Fun!
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