Continuity
A masterpiece is even more beautiful
Without traces, the empire fades away one by one.
The flowers and the stars remain in the care of the Lord, the
The constellations are hidden in the grass.
Golden wonders are buried in the air.
Life will be sent in a moment
Their death shimmers, debauchery and madness-
The divine Lord is still focused
His child until that last hour.
His wisdom and bosom glow with fervor, and
Life is endowed with charm. Until
Body and soul are separated
The Lord of Eternity executes his will.
In that wild orchid, your feet
One more step will destroy it.
Containing passion, sweetness, and vibrancy
The Great Lord possesses His joy.
Though the broken jade darkens and loses its color
The Creator's creation never rests.
What is destroyed will be reshaped
A masterpiece is more wonderful.
About the Creator
Lazare Hurst
I sympathize with all those who do not want to go to bed. I sympathize with all those who want a bright light at night.
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