This silence whispers to me and peels off the velvet verdigris of my vulnerability... The solace of solitude deep is, shallow is my being. Veiled in love, my soul erupts... Tears break free from the cellars of vision and the contours of my shadow dance with my doubt... The pleasure unsual sings to my mellow tunes...
This very stream of waters of being...joy contains sorrow contains joy... This very stream allows my roots to fly, my wings to kiss the soil... This stream makes me my God, makes my God me.
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