I found a little flower
with a lovely song to sing
and graciously it smiled to me
and there was everything
the light
the blue
the seeing you
the shining face
the simple shape
the turning wheel
the healing green
as beautiful as ever seen.
I own this sorrow that came through me now silent tears roll down the cheeks of me the times I feel but do not see the ways that are indeed ...
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