Art and Heaven

So intricate this life full of its light.
For not all light shines so bright.
Shadowed in thought, alone they fought.
Swallowed up pride consuming a guilty inside.
Worry not you meek for all we have seek.
Divine to all that can see past the horizon lost at sea.
Into the atmosphere and beyond us as beings.
For all there is, or was, or ever will be.
Will never be known without love be shown.
To live without love will consume a hole.
Breathe beauty my dear friend and your soul shall be whole.

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