Grace
All clouds in azure at the lantern sky
Would be so calling the wings of the dreams
For spans in fortuitous threads
The beam of love reaching into a fragrant flower
By the chariot of natural order
In sweet joy the hope elucidate
Fire and water and chimes of the stars
A close opus in the song of flame
As in offering the hand of the river
A kiss as right as a great ease
So in such eruption witness without invest
The bell of arcs in bliss without question
Beyond what will should let
A garden and a veil
In patience though less structure
Fragility encompass such a grain
To ecstasy so coursing
By the darkness and any call
As same to seat a different page
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