Glittering in myriad waves, kissed by the gentle breeze-
The stars aglow, witness to the divine union:
The dark canopy, solemnizing, breathing life in silence.
His soft hair, confused, hesitates on his forehead
The dimple on his cheek and the light in his eyes
Tells you the story is not new, another chapter has just begun…
As the dusk turns from red to purple
The chirping birds become lazy and tired,
The woman and the candle wait for his return…
It is dawn somewhere else, afternoon at another…it is not the end.
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