Here is our little altar of worship,
Where the Gods reside
When they feel the need to step out from our hearts
And wander about a bit.
Finding their way in the dark
By the light of a flickering lamp,
And their journey is made a little brighter
By these happy, yellow flowers strewn all over their path,
And in the soft glow of fire and light
They make mischief with the shadows and the night.
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