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a gateway to the stars
espied
through soft golden moon-sun-shine
and upon our ascent
tripping silver-gold rungs
we may perceive of a silent garden
alive in Love
rich with the ripened fruit
of our becoming
for this time we may stay
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a most satisfying poem
a poem like a realisation, a realisation that doesn't fade
“for this time we may stay” is the telling line. So many time the paradise did not last, the Joy was for only a moment.