I read the book of life and stopped at the page of love.

It was passion made of burnished gold.

I knew not when it began to burn and arose the vapour of light.

Out of the golden dust came the golden dove,

and as it spread its wings

it grew to take the shape of an eagle,

and the eagle's shadow spanned

the entire length of the book of love.

Thanks for the image: @Souheil Ghammachi

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24 days ago

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know...
— John Keats

   
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