THE LOST IDENTITY

I wish to ask the gushing stream
Why fade thin into a foggy one
And vanish like a twilight dream
In the umbra of the sparkling sun

I wish to ask the shining moon
Why lose thy convivial luster
And retreat midst a sunny noon
With thy chums of starry cluster

I wish to ask the dazzling morn
Why turn grim to a stormy gloom
And cloak thyself in a fluffy yarn
Of dark clouds from a magic loom

I really wonder if it's a price to vie
Paid hard to enshrine their sanctity
Whence stay low thence spurt high
Redeeming their glorious lost Identity

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