Did his Robin spirit wade into the woods
And soft rain begins upon the burning woods and odour of smelly ground dissipates
Chirping birds and swallow encircling the shimmering clouds at shuddering distance
Tremulous whitened quivers of wild plum trees
Frogs in the pools gyrating the singing nights
Robin not merely playing in the camp fire but also behold robins playing with the feathery fire;Whims whistling on a low fence wire
The hedgehop and wild trees in rectilinear engross
Absorb the droplets of smoky clouds
Crystal moon at the red branch against the earth flowing breast,
As snow upon this blossom lain
A sojourner from antique land with vast chunk of sturdy legs of iron stones
Shot the woods with elation
Thorns of thorough fire assuage over dale over hill
Same thoroughness hurled over bush bier,
From.park , hideouts to pale, flood,
Traverse sunlight from ripened grain to diamond glints and glistens on snowy cliffs
Genteel autumn rains awakening the morning hush
Soft stars sparkled at circled flights
Flightless birds taken to flight at last
Of sunny birds ought to fly higher than their immaculate shores
What attic of parting shot to kiss you on the brow
To the submission of golden dreams for a flora of recess at the golden hills.
Robin's golden feet weathered every rack
For the requisite trophy at the port of no return
Carolled with exultant bells routed with prying eyes,fallen upon the steady keels
With daring and grim vessels grimacing the plow
Bouquets and ribboned wreaths upon his nightmare of golden feet
Beyond fallen cold and dead where the flung flag is adorned with bugle trills
Clanging bells over anchored voyage swift and sound
Beat wilful pulses to exultant shores
Not the barren field with broken winged birds frozen with snow
Did it ends it the oddysey but meadows floated with pots of gold above the ignoble pistols of the pitiless waves.
Feast of nerve and sinnew blossoming beyond the immoderate sands
Standing above the roar of surf tormented shores
Wonderment upon the grains of golden sands as they creep in the fragile hands that tremble the immaculate deigns of horrifying breathe of wary nature
What a revel of jocund company flashing that inward eye the bliss of solitude with heart pleasure fills,
Over the sparkling waves in glee over vales and hills
Till the host with the golden daffodils,army of nature's luxury
And dances that dance with daffodils beyond dancing breeze and continuous as the stars.
Behold how slippery feet elude Robin on a friction of slippery slope
To gallivant beyond the skies.
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