In the most tender moment, the sky opens,
eagle spreads his wings to glide in the air,
sky is eternal, most profound architect build it with soul, with light,
across come touches of notes floating on the surface of infinity,
painted in white,
softness of pink glow stand aside of the whole,
some so fine, others thick, white with shades of grey,
Touch it, come close, embrace the sculpture of infinite light,
dancing in Divine threads.
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