Your beauty is that of a divine origin.
Pine trees and poplars have led me to crystalline streams where an enchanting slumber awaits.
A golden sun overlooks jade-tinted valleys as the bird takes flight into kaleidoscopic spheres.
By twilight, a pale moon keeps watch over purple hills and harvest fields.
Cerulean skies extend to a deeper shade of eternity on the edge of time.
Fragrant winds pass by and recall the serenity of a distant summer.
I've witnessed your eternal vigil.
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