In the Mist of Fervor's Gleam

Born from the cinders of the plenary dust,
I traversed the immodest and obscure world,
The lucid ashes, will be whisked by the divine gust,
And a celestial sphere shall be unfurled,
Wherein reside dazzling resplendent dreams,
And chastity flows in a lustrous stream,
I shall meet you there, my dearest,
Midst the blooming wildflowers,
You shall find me sheathed, in the mist of fervor's gleam.....

 (c) S.S






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