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A Sacred World.

Blooming ardor,

how softly it whispers.

Cascading lights,

emitting this fragrance of tangible sights.

Your incantation,

spoken with such fascination:



We have risen from the world above us.

In a sphere so lustrous, so bright.

Dawn is vision less, and night grows frivolous.

Our hearts became a brimming fountain.

Giving life to synchronicity.

In this world we’ve given birth to,

full of passion, an elements no others can discern.

We share this injunction, between just you and I,

hand in hand, eye to eye, heart to heart.



I lye my hands beneath me.

Your reflection, my intention, our idyllic realm.

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