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More than a hundred billion Mona Lisas


the sweet champagne of souls

the art of humankind


the designs in silence

the radars of glory


the ellipsoids of joy

the budding in His hands


the rush of distinction

the blush of countless gifts


the reddish glow of dreams

the stabs of life on Earth


the nub of His children

the deep love in His heart


the urge to keep praising

the maintenance of thanks


--

Stephen Paul Wren


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