Under the celestial sun
this somnolent space
so divine and infinite
shapes and sculpts
our bodies so miraculously
with diaphanous nothingness
so endless and impalpable
that tenderly embraces
the omnipresent love
flying on its omnipotent wings
towards that mysterious eternity
like a soul whispering sweet words
through our ephemeral solemn life
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