This poem is about meekness
Counted as zero is every of his deed violence needs a recruit and comes with an expensive bead for a person envied by the dove? Not this creed! The quest for peace has reached the level of greed shy, reverent and peaceable, this person is not just timid a nature full of warmth, excellent for any seed on calmness and free flow, from him the river takes heed an existence not suspicious because gentleness takes the lead ego has been exempted from its routine feed the older he grows, the more his long-suffering breeds no wonder, he never seem to be in any need.
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