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The Ring

This ring, He gave it to me, you know. It came as a surprise, On a day so right, On a morning so white, With Clouds so blue, Just at the right time. I, a flower, opening up its petals, To the golden morning sun. There it was, There, in its greatness, A delicately cut metal, With a beautifully designed pink symmetrical stone, A literal piece of art, oozing radiation. It’s luminosity never seizes, To synthesize my flowery heart. Let me hold on to you, Dear Source of light, For you are, A constant reminder of the moment, I said “YES, I WILL FOREVER BE YOURS” to infinity, As the Heavens and Nature rallied around You and Me. Around Us, to witness, our two-become-one.
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Berlin
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Jun 23, 2020
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#valid#blacklivesmatter#black#ring#history#affirmation#africa#love#hope#negro
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