The fragrance in our sky (TFIOS)

Soft starry sky and a hole-full moon
Insulated by cold empty spaces,
A velvety beaming light is escorting the tune
Thinking of your countless graces,
The  echoic sounds of the old rusty swing
Whilst  incarnated illusion prevails the void ,
A latent subtle fragrance of the poignant spring
With a venerable pageant, obfuscation was destroyed,
The inmost ethereal depth is always sought
By a deeper elusive soul.

 

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