The Legend of Love
Where is this God, that invented the sun? If we close our eyes, is it not the darkness of our mind. We speak of things, in a language of spells, where our fantasies underlie reality, and warp the pure concept of love. There is much intrigue in the world, where coincidence becomes contact. The heavenly world, plays upon the natural stage, as the backdrop of dreams, and the proof of divine intervention. The eyes that were blinded, are starting to open, with a shining sight, that cuts like silk falling across an invisible blade, and floats like the butterfly... across the fine days of summer.
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