state of grace
deep soul mining
inner space
gathered amid clouds
again
from imposed shrouds
refrain
turn to me in times
of need
as you and i in kind
still bleed
for that which went
so long before
not broken, bent
the trials abhor
yet here the sun
and time in hand
to grace succumb
not dwindling sands
so far afield
archaic swing
your heart revealed
thus i will bring
the blessed part
of all that's me
unto your heart
both fire and sea
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