Thursday, March 10, 2016

By Beauty thine,

If Thou art that courage
That hath risen deep into my heart
By Thine bless,
Keep that bless not momentous
Keep me still
So that i could find the Beauty
Of Peace put at rest
Onto my soul,
For ever

Like an ocean
Like a cliff

Like a birth
And a death.

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