Let slip the gracious purity
That dangles from thy chin
Unmask the saline chasms
That know the darkest sin
What ho! 'Tis naught but clarity
Bearing thou his grin
Release the squalid sanctity
That lies, just there, within
Awake Dear Soul! by happy thing
Poetry » General Rated: K, English, Words: 41, Favs: 1, Published: 4/18/2005
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