Flickers Of Eternity
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Flickers of eternity
Permeate the mind's eye.
Truth is not a golden god,
But a seed blown by the wind
Beauty is not an angel,
But a mirror polished by a child
And Love is not a blazing flame,
But a desperate hand reaching out to us
From the depths of darkness.
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