Resurrection

The Sun shines like the mighty Apollo,
The Moon glows the beauty of Aphrodite,
The Earth, with the magic of Demeter, flourishes,
And The Love flows like a cold river blessed by Potamoi.

Eden and all of its insides
are envying you,
Just because your sole existence
resurrects me.

About miraksasa

I am a Cherokee who turns to an owl at night.
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