In Your Grace
With the soft grace, soft as rabbit's tail.
Sorrow tale in my heart
as long as your long dark hair
flowing from east to west
from side to side
in the songs of the wind
from here to there.
These ones, those ones, and
someones silhouettes,
shadows from the past
that once rose warmth in my soul,
now dance like the demons in the eyes glass,
etched and itch mon tete.
Lest I be lost in worry of the past
let me rest in your grace.
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