The Fall

I with my Love sin among the lush green trees,
Unbeknown to Him, we break the divine sanctity.
Naked, looking across the verdant verdure,
We lie beneath the tree, the knowing.

Image of God faded, our Selves took over,
Ah, the envy of God our Union is!
Ashamed, the serpent slithers away,
‘Where do I find my lost angelhood?’ Cries.

I with my Love meet again at the horizon,
Out of our sinful Union we shine galore.
Withered once, the tree knowing conceives,
Joyous once, the tree living turns barren.


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