This morn is like a pilgrimage to your heart...

This morn
Is like a pilgrimage to your heart
Deep where beauty forever stays,
This morn
Is like a journey to Your limitless
Where You forever with Grace remains,
This morn
Is like an endless sabbat
Where peace Love like restive breathes...
This morn
Is a song never heard but felt by you
In your most blessed state like calm shiny glitter of your dews...

(Note: on a blessed morn, like today, like everyday)


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