A Living Epistle
let the divine pen speak
and make the cosmos squeak
the flows it breathes on hearts
in high esteem transcend human arts
though your face on canvas is glossy,
your picturesque on screen is cosy
yet the downpours from heaven's orifice
shall enlighten the mind of caprice
if the pages of Ovation bewitch
and the exotic fashion mags itch
but through the verses of this parchment
you shall become a sacrament
a living epistle
scribbled on the Holy scroll of the temple,
in the inner sanctum
preserved for the heavenly mansion ad infinitum
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