4march 2021
The rosy fingers of Dawn peep through robes of purple, indigo, and blue.. witnessing my quiet reverie, holding out its arms.. it paints my words in shapes and colors.. Dreams leave cryptic clues in languages hard to define.. Books let us experience every page of the world inside.. Nature represents the meanings life unfolds in our hearts.. Creation woos and loves pieces of itself reflected around.. Divinity holds in its mirror the entire Universe.. but our thoughts build the worlds we live, looking to Him looking at Us..
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