Tuesday, November 11, 2025

Spinoza's God Comments

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Held in your arms of descending rays, in golden glow of sleeping days
Wrapped in a dark blanket of night, awaiting your coming with morning light
I feel your kiss in the breeze, hear your soft voice in the rustling trees
Your footsteps in each lapping wave, joined from their birth to crashing grave
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