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On the seventh day,

we should have rested, cradled in the seventh realm of our heart,

the choir of all souls we should  have heard,

we should have lived the bliss of breathing light.

Bewildered by a myriad of stars,

our eyes have drowned into their milky shine;

their fast pulsating orbs, our heart pulled out.

The quintessence absorbed our light,

and thus we lost sight of our house.

January, 7th, 2020

Featured image from Pixabay-  Dorota Kudyba

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