Like a canvas, a fairy tale, when the morn turns... light...

Like a canvas, a picture,
As if a fairy tale
When the morn turns light
As if He
The Jupiter
Waking up
From slumber
Shining burning light
As if He had become a book
Of fairy tales conceived and sent...
By his brightness...
Over those candy white bluish clouds
As if fairies there wait eternal...
me traveling never misses the sight
me pauses and gets drenched blessed by the light
And the world be
A wonderous place...

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