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The Greek God

He, who lives in the sanctum of my poetries,

Within the oasis of hope,

Defines my poetry as colors reflecting from the rainbow,

As I admire the galaxies of the unburnt stars shining in his eyes.

He, who chooses not to disclose,

The reasons he rules the Muses,

But he knows the prophecies are coming true,

Of replenishing the throne of the mighty Apollo.

He, who is the light driving the darkness, is meraki,

The God of secrets and consciousness,

He, who is the king of the muse, is better,

Than all the Greek Gods combined.

 
 
 

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