An eternal beauty dawns
upon the soul—
the herald of a divine lamp
to brighten my days.
Golden light cascades,
illuminating—
the dark lands within.
Spring awakens—
blossoms in every hue,
the perfume of sacred fields
carried on cool, fresh air.
Butterflies flit,
honeybees hum,
green meadows and—
untouched moors
alive in their dance.
The soul divine whispers—
the ideal of creation unfolds.
Above, the azure sky—
drapes in silk, spectral light
spills, enlightening the earth,
where desolation and bliss
meet in perfect stillness.
This beauty is eternal,
never to wane.
It blooms within me,
perennial,
forever rooted in the heart.
MyKoul
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