The Birth of the Heavens -Prose Poem-
Spun from light and energy, shooting stars slashing through their eyes, plucked from the clouds with moonlight running through their veins, building everything from nothing, hurricanes darting through the perfection, praising all that is good and great on a sigh, pure white light blinding in warmth and pulsating with love, wisps of fluff and mist forming hardened shapes and then dissipating away, for beauty can not last forever, twisting a strand of hair behind her ear, bent heads touching above a cradled newborn, the sun and moon in an eternal waltz, stars dancing and dying, exploding and soaring, the universe expanding with every heartbeat.
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