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The Creation
The moonlit night with stars shining bright,
and clouds bathed in hue of every name,
The Michelangelo in me,
can almost envision Creation.
For a thing of such beauty and wonder,
Must come from nothing,
on it's own,
Not a process, but a being.
Not an effect, but a chance.
© Enyah
and clouds bathed in hue of every name,
The Michelangelo in me,
can almost envision Creation.
For a thing of such beauty and wonder,
Must come from nothing,
on it's own,
Not a process, but a being.
Not an effect, but a chance.
© Enyah
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