The epitome of perfection, of utter peace and light

The burning ones they’re called, their illumination so bright

The closest thing to God, the one who creates no mistakes 

They rise up and fly high, they ascend, that is their true fate

So be not weary when you catch glimpse of their bright light

It’s an omen for what’s to come, bask in their magnificent sight

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6x6 Oil on Wood Panel

Completion Hours: 54