In Beauty's Service
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In beauty's service
Joyous troubadour of the
Heavens immense
You chant
You jump
You fly
You somersault - the airs
Your kingdom be
Your gymnasium and training ground.
The sadness of day after day
Has not yet grown:
And you still not wanting
Energy you got from
Dawn
Be joyous, joyous troubadour
For a few hours you hide
The pain and ulcers ofEarth:
But then
The beauty you set up will
Linger through sadness subsequent
Still
In beauty's service
Bu şiiri puanla
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