12.11.2024
Suddenly it has disappeared, The sun of life that once we feared Would burn to ash our eyes, our skin And those of all our growing kin, When in bodied form They held us close, The lotus and the perfect rose, The Mother and the Lord divine, The new worlds glory and its sign.
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