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It was light’s touch that made life’s first spoken word laughter.

The silence that followed was bliss forever after.

The doves above the world fall there of,

to which we see the mark of an alcove.

Ashes to ashes and dawn to dusk is the way the universe works.

Trust.

Mountains wave as the oceans weep, with their twisted spirits woven from lights brittle creak.

Starlight star bright found its soul etched on the moon tonight.

Dreamed of it one day and didnt give up the fight.

Now its marked as a legend

and the cosmos feels just right