Purge my Perplexity,
Without the Chaos of Rushing Sight,
Sigh Gently Within Me
And Grace my Path with Glimmering Light,
That All May See Your Smile,
All Around May Know Your Heart,
If Only from my shades of Musing,
Should they, Through Grace, Stand Sweetly Apart.
Yet, if Life’s Tempests force me Mute,
Speak through the Silence, Softly Astute.
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