Psyche—you marvel on wings—there you float as poetic music—there you dance as an ornament—you are nature’s love—you are a hymn of celestial delight—watching you is a rapture of the senses—a canticle being sung—a music—a poetry being recited. God Jehovah Jesus has made you are so precious and wonderful.
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I am a Hellenic Philistine driven by the mad pursuit of aestheticism, an existential nihilist and post modern deconstructionist. I am also a Christian Apologist. View all posts by Anand Bose