lightness darkens the blackest day,
As midnight moons does here betray.
And blissful echoes, will divine,
The stars that shine.
Bring to me the heavens, in colors and of love.
Until the angels harp and twist the halo of,
The falling sky, and amber eye,
Of martyrs, death and life sublime.
It brings the faith to mountains peak,
To men and women in of weak,
And simple truth shall now prevail,
In skies of fire and icy hail.
As witness to miraculous,
The whim l, oh so tantulus.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2026 07:08
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Comments1
Light and dark both needed or the other could not exist and so it is with love as well. Nicely done
Ying yang kind of thing. Thanks for commenting
You are most welcome
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