To Divinity

In the summer time when the moon drops
Falls on roses
Feels like fresh spiritual eternity
When the chirping birds get their
First worms enough
Feels like motherly care
Every moments rejoice the day
On cool summer shade
Feels like vanity sun
Pink emotions that recalls
Cool spring breeze
And the sick Nirvana
That surrenders in enchanting
Blaze of supernova To divinity.


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