And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. (W. Blake, Auguries of Innocence)
majestic in its figure, yet at last defeated.
the God of day is haunted,
but the night rest comes as a blessing...
somehow the first beam of light finds its way towards people...
an eternal promise is still kept!
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