Some Unseen Miracles

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Touch the tides and feel their ebb.
Wait for the summer, let the sun rays sieve through your hairs.
Listen to the song of cuckoo and be her whistler.
Welcome the autumn,let him bury your thoughts.
Touch the trees and feel the pain of his boughs.
Wait for the day,see the waking up of shameplants.
Hide in the darkness,see the bad dreams being entrapped by dreamcatchers.
Wake up and listen the song of crickets.
Listen to the lullaby of moon for the stars.
Pretend sleeping,find out the filler of stockings with gifts.
Trap the spring on the first day.
Appreciate the oyster for its pearls.
Talk to the seahorses,defeat them in a race.
Find out the spirits of unicorns,let them make a potion with the long horn.
Gift some baby's-breath to the dead ones.
Gather all the miracles of nature in a cauldron, spell the magical words.
Get the paste done and heal the miseries of globe.
Let the lava and gases sleep peacefully.
Let the clouds shelter earth tightly.
Let the oceans speak softly.
And let the seasons be obedient to its audiences,
For I see redemption hovering upon man.

A.C

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