She walked into my shrine, last starry night;
In beauty, with the best shining colors in bright;
Cloudless empty sky whispered in her ears;
The sun, moon, the stars, all vanished, have no fears;
Under a  shadow the more, In one shade the less,
How pure and how beloved their sacred bless;
Thus, embracing the rendered tender sight;
and all that is the best in such dark and light.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com