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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