aeons since the rivers that flow fiercely
the sun that shines steadfastly
the stars that shine silently
the earth that rotates unnoticeable
the trees that bear fruits, flowers spontaneously
from where comes this inexhaustible mettle?
who controls them all perfectly?
without any appearance?
it proves the existence of the mystic Muse
the omnipotent, omniscient orator
somewhere sporadic its mist
in its beauty, truth, eternity.
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