'this morn
keeps me on...
like a bird on song...
this morn
keeps me charged
by the broad golden green daylight...
this morn
keeps within me a dove
by St.Augustine Love...
this morn
like Paradise
Serious blue and white
rolls over me like Sacrifice...
this morn
fills me more
with wind strong enough
to reach Your shore...'
someone sang aloud...
and a bird there on a branch of a tree
took the cue...
from the white...
the gold...
and the blue...
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