and the graces of the infinite universe
they all dressed the king
their sun
loved
adorable
listened with holiness
in new, warmer clothes
and more appealing
and the flowers received it in themselves
as a king as it was
all became a choir of pure passion
a new spring in her veins
nature was serving it further
deeper
what blind people did not see
what the deaf people did not hear
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