Flickers of Eternity
In the mind's eye:
Truth is not a golden god
But a seed blown by the wind
Beauty is not an angel,
But a mirror polished by a child
And Love is not a blazing flame
But a hand reaching out to us
In the darkness.
Love bridges
Howling distances.
In love the forbidden
Is abolished.
Love is perfect freedom.
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