Indescript

From skies withered
I descend
to the Essence of
humanity,

Your love holds
true

the fabric of the world,
and your tears
rent
the folds of time

slowly sipping
the draught of
penitence
dissolving recluse
in our
hermitage
we grow

drip
drip
goes the lamp oil
we burn
out
into dusky
night

entwining with
Earthen
magnificence

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