A mystic poet,
with a flowery beard
and eyes clouded
by divine intoxication,
descended from his sky
and spoke softly to me:
'Eternity is the sea,
woven with love.'
So I drank deeply
from the wine of love,
sipping from the ancient well
of wisdom,
and walked with countless mysteries
through the procession of poems.
By morning, I found myself
caught in the kiss of light,
radiant with the essence of eternity,
holding the bouquet of my poems,
each petal a whisper
from the timeless well of wisdom,
shrouded in the mystery
of divine love.
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