In a Hall where wind finds solace
Among stone; all alone, sits nothing,
if not mystery.
Day’s week’s months – years
show history repeating.
Gracious the attitude- as latitude
raises, the Soul who thrives unbounded.
An innocence under, night, stars ponders
the wonders of heaven, where reflections pose questions.
Lessons in being among legions and woe
Needing balance through life’s proceedings
flee gloom from the heat of summers Sun
And seek coolness by a shade tree
Where quenching of thirst finds me missing
A Love as heartbeats and heavens are swooned for.
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