Surprising fear in your skill,
How thou drag miracles to me
Beyond the universal speed and will,
Like omnipresent God - common and eerie.
On dazzling fire has been set
Reality of bows and arrows,
Hence in the morning I feel dead
Due travelling through endless meadows.
Thou thrill me nicely all the time,
Minute word can be put in song.
Numb to thou soon - absorbed in whines,
Explicit moan, that thou`ve gone.
The heat in thee sanctuary like beaming
In waves of blood the life itself concealing.
To A...
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