#little-soul
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*ˇWhisper within my ear upon Thy comingˇ
At white clouds, clasp, my beloved king !
The throat singer is heard, drummin'—
To mountan's peek poetic rings .
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Gently love, my limbs ablaze --
- to thee - to heaven's heir ;
Pun cores of springs amaze ,
All dancing, all like vestals fair .
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Pure soul is thine at times
Of no tommorows —
To shine thy sleepless rhymes
Within Grand Spirit's Colors .*
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC