A Glimpse Of Heaven's Might
One pale night in the love-month
while the World slumbers and the skies forget about dreaming
One lost phoenix plunges and burns
with its broken wing.
Ailing gray and orange smoke scatters
as rain of ice plate jitters.
The bird flies again surprisingly
and beasts watch with reverence...
Heaven's one blow of deliverance!
Faith is not what you have,
it is what you do.
The World will keep on moving and will always save,
if you believe in all good that you do!
(Prosebite)
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