Divine Regret 🌹🖤

Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose,

Trailing golden light - mocking, forever falling - a shadowed ruin.

I saw the light of grace, but alas, I could not stay.

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The stars sang sad odes to songs I wished to unlearn.

Their fire burning, scorching through the veil of day.

Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose.

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Beatrice turned her lovely gaze away, my spirit crushed -

Light forsook me deep down where the shadows yearn.

I saw the light of grace, but alas, I could not stay.

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The rose unfolded, a divine wound in a comedic display.

Its petals spun, too fierce to spurn. My branches wilted.

Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose.

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The Empyrean heaven began to sway, a celestial fiery will.

A wheel of ache now burns to flame I could not turn.

I saw the light of grace, but alas, I could not stay.

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Now silence haunts the things for which I prayed,

And burning ash replaces what I yearned to earn.

Broken and wretched, my soul descends from the celestial rose.

I saw the light of grace, but alas, I could not stay.

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Poem adapted from: Beatrice's divine inspiration of Dante through Heaven.

This seven-hundred-year-old masterpiece which still burns with beauty, rage, and revelation. This is a journey through exile, love, and poetic genius that brings Dante vividly and urgently to life.