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A Lightning Flash
Pure poetry, born not of human hands, Nor crafted by artistic minds’ demands, A lightning flash, an uncreated gleam, Illuminating all beneath Heaven’s dream.
Mystical, a manifestation of love’s might, Transcending boundaries, soaring in flight, No mere creation, but a sacred spark,
A dance of words that kindles the soul’s mark.
It whispers secrets from the cosmos’ core, Revealing truths we’ve never known before, A glimpse of beauty in the darkest night,
A symphony of emotions taking flight.
Through poetry’s lens, we glimpse the divine, In every stanza, a celestial sign,
An offering of souls, sincere and pure,
A love’s embrace that will forever endure.
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