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fluorescence without a care

Like a crescent-shaped flower it’s blossoming,

from the earth it develops,

it’s leafs up to the heaven

lucky who feels it and destiny is a friend,

the soft touch of glistening light and thunder,

like a hollow it’s miles apart,

only to reach heaven the wishful reality covers the truth,

where once was light,

now emptiness rules,

elijah comes along,

the truth keeps forgetting,

apart and into eternity.

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