Life, love, submission
A stroll in a midnight garden
drenched in warm sunlight
cascading adoring colors
lingering fingers
caressing firmament petals
awakening lights of creation
flowing firmly along the current
of the breath of spring
as the winds blow way
all that is lost
tempering the morning dew
I, lying beneath garden sky
among deathless clouds
hear the trees swaying
a whisper of pines calling to me
the sweet scent
of the essense of earth
hithering to such beauty
that hell cries out in envy
of such ambiguous disguises
of a fruitful paradise
and paradigms of perennials
softly glazed by angel wings
across the sunrise
and the horizon of forever
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