Apotheosis
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beyond the tracks of tickless time:
once I’d found the way;
where the coils of magic wound
the skirts of night to day
.
and
once there, ’twas that place I trod
more far than stars above
where
ONCE I caress’d the crystal crown
of beauty’s truth: her Love.
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@2005
PRC, Azerbaijan, USA
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