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Angelic melanin

Your orange-blonde hair hosts

angelic melanin

Plaited, touching your satin neck

A memory is born

Given perpetual white crests

Then inking colour into

dimensional space

Crowning

At home, our hands

Form a warm interweave


Your soul smiles, it boundlessly travels and returns

Cogent, more beautiful than time

A purpose resounds loud

Given propulsion to new lights

Where days gleam because of the Lord’s bright assurance

Dancing

At home, our hearts

Meld as our hearts conceive


His kingdom coming to Earth.



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