ARON - BABY WEDDING
Cool December wind sweeps the air
Frozen brooks and streams
Flowers stand in perfect devotion.
Silence of the morning.
Sparrows glide the misty horizon
Swirling then pleading to the gods
They sing of Dreams, pray for Love
We hear of Life's Devotion
Delight of Creation
Early silvery sun turns flaming gold
Is it because of Love,
Of two souls made Divine?
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