To Fall To the River Below
Brushed flower's surround
A marble stone etched of love
Where simple words remain endless
Carved in the heavens above
With each Fragmented moment
In sacred words of solemn grace
Falling within a lost fortress
Soft brush strokes upon her face
A place where soft rose petals
Touch vivid garden's of gold
And paint the safron hills
To fall to the river below
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