In the hermitage of heart,
where shadows tread,
bright blossoms bloom—
a tapestry of grace.
Each petal, soft as
heaven's whispered thread,
imprints a touch
that time cannot erase.
A melody recalls eternity's song,
its sweetness mingling with
the nights so long.
Awakened memories of Alast's light,
where dawn ignites the sky,
divine and bright.
With every dawn,
the sacred birds arise,
reminding us that
love's song forever flies.
In this heart,
where silent echoes dwell,
the spirit dances
to love's timeless spell.
Though one day we'll soar
beyond these skies,
yet in creation's garden,
we'll still bloom and rise.
MyKoul
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