Whispers of Aurora

Long is the life of heaven and earth;

Lost are the names of unsung virtuosos.

Liberation, a dance between polarities;

Freedom, a draught from the summit's blooming spring.

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Sow wisdom in its purest form,

Infinite light, infinite spare.

Cultivate life as if it were spring,

The spring blooms beneath a blanket of snow.

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The powerful feast from the flock,

The pious dine from the school,

As fish and lamb are sacrificed in their name,

My dinner with Lady Zephyr awaits.

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As ephemeral as the sun’s dew,

As eternal as the arctic easterlies,

We toast under the teal aurora,

Our eyes reflecting the cosmic hue.

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Purple clouds in the dimmest light,

When the sun is passing and the moon yet to see,

The darkest and brightest violet ray,

And the polar solar wind in cyan.

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In the lights and winds of photons,

I prepare our feast for you.

Only in such a banquet of unending vice,

Do I propose to Perpetua the union of hearts.