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At sundown, on a sandy ocean shore, | |||
Seated on the ground, about You I reflect. | |||
What motley cosmic portrait | |||
Have You gone on painting, hey Providence? | |||
In Your mind's eye You have witnessed | |||
Many times a mountain subsides, star plummets. | |||
Nebulae aplenty go sailing off, unattended; | |||
They keep singing paeans to Your excellence. | |||
The wildly intoxicated elephants, | |||
With what strength how much movement they effect! | |||
Along with them, You listen to spores of flowers, | |||
Butterflies, their chronicles. | |||
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