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Gleaming
spheres
that soar aloft,
Sunbeams
dance
on curves so soft;
Splintered scenes of
colors
bright,
Entrance the eye, the
mind
delight.
A primal form, this
glowing
round,
It floats with ease in
silent
sound
;
On breeze's wings, with
serenity
,
Its
beauty
grows
in
eternity
.
With
curious
hand, the
mystic
child
Reaches forth to find its
core
;
The silent burst, with
Laughters
' smile,
Twas there an
instant
, now no more.
Reflection
asks, 'Was not that core
But part of
all the air that Is
?
And are we bubbles,
ascending
high,
In radiant
Light
that is really
His
?
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