Moving Panorama کے بول

Earth inclines away from the sun As the cold season is improving At my viewpoint, a palace of eccentricity Where the whole scenerey is moving Nature's monuments in a transpolar drift (Casting dark blue shadows that we fear) The coastline ends up in this delta's rift (A dynamism ignited by the obliquity of spheres) Standing still, still travelling through an area of ice By a slowly rotating current that leads the stream clockwise An omnificent hall of brutal adventures Ejecting islands from a polar den Formation - growth - deformation - disintegration At the annual snowline, again and again I'm sailing on crystal sheets Where explorers met tremendous drama The scenery's harshness can't deplete Imagination's cyclorama I'm on the move, or is it the world? Nature stages a shifting play By uniquitous events my view is purled And lionized by ablation's pray Standing still, still travelling through an area of ice By a slowly rotating current that leads the stream clockwise