Emergent

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Illustrator unknown

 

 

Letters in succession
Words in order
Syllables in harmony
Rhymes in verse
Verse in stanza
Stanza in ink
Ink in paper
Paper in tome
Tome in sky
Celestial in eyes
Glance in divine
Grace in me
All begins there
Where life soars
In the union betwixt
Mind and Spirit.

 

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