A spark arises
in the beginning
a word was made
a song,
a kind word
that would sing
til the ends of time
and the corners of the world
Joy.
a harvest would arise
deep inside the echoes
of that word
that lingers on the lips,
half forgotten, half spoken, half distinguished.
Time unravels in its essence
and feasts on the particle of Light
that spring from the Core
of that star
that is
You,
across time,
across ages,
across lifetimes,
across wealth,
and a spark arises.
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