Glory is the might,
that glows over the,
cheeks of roses,
earth and moon,
are tears of the sun,
as love is made from,
the bliss of heavens.
blood runs in the veins under,
the skin of life.
once or twice,
or always,
my heart thinks,
while beating,
if love is oceans,
waiting eyes are beach,
that adores the rising sun.
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