Thursday, April 5, 2012
who hath thy brawn might?
so that whence came our trials,
in the darkest void you shone bright.
To be as he and not he
where he spirited in fierce agitation
a cause for our laughs and smiles
Then as a soft breeze blows
from our lips came our whispered affection
As pain breaks like a tide
of hopes against slags and our fears confide
to steal from us our peace
which the arching Sun
through the passing of days
grew like a flower's head.
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