Earth: Ever That Sacred Beauty
To our dying breath
If what leads on up
Her's, mine, our shared outlooks through
Darkens, grievous, o'er
As much will you, Earth
Admire as adore.
And with a bending
Bloom to smell weakness!
Worshippers, same! Dazed pilgrims!
For with each trek made
As bright will yet, Earth
Shrine-like be outlayed.
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