I came out of Your humble abode
I gaze up in Your marvelous sky
Like a mighty angel’s wing
Hanged up with a tint of a pocket of sunshine
With a pinch of black sparkles
Caused by travelling little bats
I loved the way the golden figure blended in the background blue
Sometimes I so wonder at Your splendid works
I know You’re All-knowing, All-power, but I think I will add this: All-artistic!
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