Sapphire
Whence dost this joy birth, hence with indecision
for flourishing flower of prisms shine
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To find thy love, lost in heavenly gaze
upon mountains gracious zenith
I rest with my fare maiden of promise
Dost not your spirit find curiosity
fain grasp my hand to follow
I reach in enchanted sunlight
thither under bough's redolent breeze
in silence, a song of nature begins to play
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Whence dost this joy birth, hence with indecision
for flourishing flower of prisms shine, wherefore must I question
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2012
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