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' The music of the spheres '
varying its rhythm celestial
descended through the clouds
into rumbling astounded
mesmerizing the world.
I guess Beethoven intuited
the Tempests of the soul,
thus the aftermaths
of pastoral tranquility
when the sky turns sheer blue
to the wakeful shepherds
tending wooly assuaged flocks.
Bleating resounded
promisory lands
and the pastures looked greener
by God's rain drenched upon!

By g.riveros

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