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alexandriabynearlight

what tender chord
is risen
in gratitude
for grace
a truth
to soul remembered
we defend
whispers
hide in velvet ears
lately echoes
roll
sweetly from
the shadows
pulling in

what beauty
dares
the earth conceive
light and love
abound
tis there
I wake
from wandering
– as word
without a sound

. . .