The Heavens of North has flowers blessed with joined palms

The sea of blues and gold, A beauty of Nymphaea’s that floats in to a fantastical era

Voices of unheard whistles deep inside and fears of adornment

“These lips and the eyes of the loved and the lover”

Perhaps Morris’s devotion lived beneath the darkest sea of light

Even the inky walls are filled with white clouds

Matters of mere Concerns are graved underneath the depths of despair

Those eyes as bright, were once seen with a midnight sky

Grazing time and has twinkles to a branded life

Angels and devils destiny unseen only wished a jovial spirts down beneath.

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