Faith, Moved This Mountain
Never wishing to wade into too much drama
As her ambulance rushes by; wailing and why..
Should one catch this spindrift adrift amid, their
Churning sea these swales, of ocean tide miseries ?
Zephyr's winds blowing through his shaded tree; roots
Risen through the dust ever winding a maze sunlight....
She'll kiss while parting ? Her Autumn's leaves, embarking
Upon their journey unto this place yet known; be they children
Metaphors shimmering light pirhouetting past Polly's night ? Bright
Love's blue skies tears crashing waves washed away; His northern gates.
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