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In the static of bliss

Still as the waters beyond,
My soul hears the sound of love;
For the world will run away,
And my peace forever gone.


Needless to say, I'm a thinker, I'm a lover of love,
With my hands I write the poems;
With my heart I share my voice.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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