In the Lapse of Nature
In the Lapse of Nature, the phoenix
Rises in its ashes,
The rivers with the greatest of ease,
Ebbing in its own fashion,
Which is as wonderful as it seems.
The flowers are blooming, which seems
To semblance a sensation of...
Rises in its ashes,
The rivers with the greatest of ease,
Ebbing in its own fashion,
Which is as wonderful as it seems.
The flowers are blooming, which seems
To semblance a sensation of...