Hill Crested Clouds - Poem by Mehdi Chith
Upon hill crested clouds, of orange in texture, thy beauty remains untouched by the setting sun. And, upon the setting of true worth, will the sun's rays disappear. Thy beauty to the eye, of which I adore, thy beauty to my lips, of love I cannot ignore.
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