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Sep 2019
Again i hear the word in my heart
falling like generous drops of peace
flowing through my grateful core
like honey glow of melted butter-mellow rays
dancing on warm yellow flowers
bursting through your benelovent visage
meandering, easing me comforting and wrapping me
in the eternal smile
of your springtime
and singing through the twinkling firmament
endless songs of praise.
Written by
Mark Hurlin Shelton
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