Time froze at three—
The hour of our ascension.
A blast—and a single strike
Became the soul's redemption.
Mars and Venus intertwined,
Personal number 7, and life path 9…
Is this not awesome coincidence,
The game of God?
Amid the roar of war,
We rose in love, in grace, in light.
Not by wrath, but by the flame
Of hearts that chose the higher flight.
And angels wept—
Not for the pain,
But for the beauty
Of human love, so pure, so divine.
Berlin, 20.05.2025
23:59
Tadas
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