SEED OF ORIGIN | Part 1

Indeed, the seed of origin
that was ploughed by the hands of God so that verity
and longevity may be her life journey.
She's the seed that breeds clouds of hope
that are in constant vivid locomotion. Like a slope
of serene motion her words bring vigorous off springs that carry
love on their wings.
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When she opens her mouth the words of wisdom
drip from her tongue. The earth sings,
the solar system clings
to the atmosphere and begin to rotate on her axis.
Lulling the future and plating the misfortunes of the past with her two indexes,
separating shadows from the faces of men.
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Her actions render the mystic of her passion timeless.
She lives on top of the paper and beneath the ink of a pen.
She sleeps behind the moon's back in the vicinity of the comet.
Singing her tunes and lullabies as her tracks guiding her feet to glide
on holy paths an annihilate plagues.
Her scent was not made by myrrh and no neb can sense her odour.
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You can only connect to her through the six sense
that the five senses cannot sense.
She's the empress of the galaxy that knows no pestilence.
The colour of her skin is the of the milky way.
Her beautiful teeth are the chambers of righteousness
where in naught can go astray.
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She smiles like dew in the summer morning during sunrise.
Her hand is softer than the moisture of the soil after a slight
osculation from the rain.
She comforts, soothes and caresses me with the hands of her heart,
and I just behold while agogly my adrenaline departs.
leaving me numb and feeble.
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She has taught me to be humble and noble
in everything I do.
Like a glove and hand we fit well together, us two.
No gases no ashes no fires can come between us, we are insoluble.
Sort of ineffable how we came together, really inevitable.
These events were planned way before we were even born
We sort of tore the windows of eternity to catch a glimpse
at our destiny, thankfully it's painted with the the pictures of you and me.