the good spell symphonies of a choir
harmonizing at a volume- Proud!
Pores permeate on a Pew of Oak
where emotion and Bones sanctuary
embrace tympanic notion-
Painted glass smiles Suns warm sweet humility.
Rays careen upward to glean and reside on faiths tabernacle.
Binding sustains strong handed claps,and thread together.
All joy forward,over hurdles- marriage brings,
like a Diamond Mines promise,
rough and shining on again.
Winds freshest Air revives the soul-
and spirits gracious charity,
Pausing with loves reflection
on what Life really seems to be-
To ride and go the distance that leads
to hearth and souls rebirth
and gaze upon a form whose beauty is forlorn
upon Edens Garden the sustainance of all.
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