Antique Petals,
frozen in time,
the warmth of blood,
pulsating through pain,
filling hearts with,
spiritual glows.
Illuminating lights
and healing touches,
beacon through.
Antiquities of words
merged in stone,
salvation's gates open,
echoing in sanctuary.
Songs of yesterday;
mere memories of day's past,
absolution's cleansing touch,
as angel's harpsichord's,
create divine melodies.
Lifted to a higher divide;
powered testaments filling a void,
mere words cataloged artistically,
filling vessel's full of hope,
through storms casualties.
Honorable winner
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