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Eclipses obscure


 

 

The ancient Hindu text mentions the story of the celestial dragon,

the serpent that drinks the nectar of Gods holding wagon.

Indicating that abundance has its limits, get to the grips,

beheading the manipulating leech causing the eclipse.

The temporarily obscurity being in the shadow of another body,

or having another body pass between it for the viewers lobby.

Abandonment or the darkening of heavenly lights,

transformation and change of direction by celestial traffic cites.

The dragons bite virus in control of fears and misconception,

false perceptions and slippery tongue promised protection.

Orbital motions repeating harmonic patterns,

those who trust them know all what matters.

Revelation of ancient testimonies reveals the truth,

while others trying selling you the ferry tooth.

When words and promises have no meaning,

marbled sculptured humanity is rabidly declining.

The ecliptic dragon as spiritual liberator,

when pretenses desires are the generator.

The truth even obscured is the solution,

observations by twilight eclipse conclusion.

The dream maker of life and its credits,

time snaps where change is necessity edits.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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