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Behold To be held / healed Free breeze as I knelt Filled with pure cure Sacred from the mere Upon the low It was bestowed Hoary my head Through thoughts In a rush I did so bond With the silent armor Twas’ shielded in a sparkle The earthen pressed diamond Jeweled in the lace round my Mind covered in placed face Loves warmth, tender in smile as Trembled steps turn weight-less The fear has loves caress Then to me professed All wanders/ ponders With out a word Whispered on the soul The wisdom I did behold As I am healed/held recieved beloved… |
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