Hopes Blinding


True Beauty have my eyes seen this day
The treasure to which my quest has destined. 
Its glory appearing in full view of my meek and bashful beating.
Of endless wishing and dreams that now walk amongst me.
The sun does personalize it’s spirit.
Strands of streams flowing about with a journey unkept and caressed.
The warmth of a piercing gust blakets the bit of the frost in blue.
Earths will quake and forests tremble with uncertain places of their worth. 
Does the fool fare better a fate then to suffer an aching of the wood soaked soil and stone? 
Loves endeavors preserve must be kept, for it is love that transcends above all.


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