A silent given grace you seek to find
Within the moonlit forests of the mind
Where mossy doubt obscures the silver stream
And clarity comes only in a dream
Where thou and I and we are of one mind
Blessed by the lucent magic of the Hind.
A silent given grace you seek to find
Within the moonlit forests of the mind
Where mossy doubt obscures the silver stream
And clarity comes only in a dream
Where thou and I and we are of one mind
Blessed by the lucent magic of the Hind.
oh this is beautiful
Thank you, Kimberly. One of the verses written for the workshop.
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