Hold true bluest of sapphires
golden crowns for splendor
gardens manned by angels
thirst for gifts from highest
reach for the master like
oak branches set in time
waves of mist whispering
dew reaching to compile
For some know nothing of these
treasures beyond rational
held tight in heart places
like rain in a cloud
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