lost
Smooth and rough with ragged but gliding edges
Like silver linings in the clouds
Found only in the floral hedges
Crystal-like pure, laced with the glitters of gold
What a splendor to behold
Filled with ecstasy in the throes of passion
Guard with jealousy like a group of bastion
Waiting to be unraveled with a victory sigh
Even if it takes eons and a mountain high
So blissfully divine it is when you find such
It only comes from above
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