Gift of a kingdom
I gaze into frosted panes.
Rose petals are tumbling
borne of hidden dimensions
where time is closed.
In scarlet gold murmurations
the starry air beams
with an iridescent delight
and choreographs holy felicitations
beyond a silver gate
of cedar pearl.
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