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Amber

The golden Phoebus shines upon the Pearls.
Very sparkles of the inter-change
that lits upon iris.
The infinity of facets,
mirrors into a Union of One.


The man of men propels towards the calls
of come-hithers.
Fallen under the toils of grace.
Drowned by the passion
deep into the milk of Isis.


The lust lit from the gypsied lass.
Almost an insanity;
unparallel'd horizon where
lightnings strike and
the world bellows like its thunders.


But Passion savages him.


If Death could be immortal
locked in a broken vial who flows
down the river Nile.
Then Passion is Destiny
that leads two entities -
a short amber light
into an Eternity so oblivion.


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