Light of a Prayer
Shadows move with the chill of morning
warm light through oceans of weed
spheres in echoes of yearning
Misty dew touching subtle senses
snowcaps horizons fare away
letting go of all defenses
The much of all in observation
the life in prospective grand
takes away all mental agitation
The spirit aroused in love creates
by her own hand to manifold
whispering prayers and its mates
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