The Earthen Lamp

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A cone of pure energy, glowing like
The sun, saunt'ring down the evening sky
Suddenly, I was too magnificently stupefied
To ask myself how or why.

It is just oil vapourising and waltzing
With a random oxygen atom
But why's the couple draped in lovely orange?
My mortal mind just couldn't fathom.

I shall always wonder at these puzzling
Yet gorgeous beauties of you, mother nature 
Like this delightful flame of the earthern lamp
Just another one of your alluring features.



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