In dreams, there stood a vision of splendor,
A sea of white roses, their beauty unbound,
Each petal a testament to nature's wonder,
Bathed in divine light, a celestial sound.
These blossoms, cradled by angels of yore,
Their stems entwined in a heavenly dance,
As stars like diamonds, cast their gleaming lore,
And moonstone's glow graced the nocturnal trance.
In this Eden, laughter rang out,
No tear fell to mar the joyous scene,
A tranquility, only contemplated beyond the clouds,
A harmony echoed, unseen.
Beyond the pearly gates, an endless row,
White roses blooming, their fragrance sweet,
A beacon that guides souls to their eternal abode,
To a land where love and peace shall meet.
Oh, sing, heavenly angel, your song of grace,
For you have stood among the divine,
Your voice, a balm for the weary,
A testament that hope will always shine.
Sing of life's rebirth, the dawn of a new day,
Sing of strife's end, and the joy that awaits,
Sing of freedom, the wings that spread wide,
A vision that transcends Earth's fates.
Play your harp, angel, and sound your horn,
In praise of life and the heavens above,
For in your presence, we find our solace,
A celestial symphony, a love that will live.
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