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WILL OF ITS PURPOSE

Wrapped in a secret lies a murmur of time

Sorrowing a sadness held in a dream

Waiting love’s heart unto its waking day

Gathering life’s hope through the means of its verse.

A memory revived in the reverie of touch

Ceasing the echo of a prowling discern

As a measure of pleasantry abides with its voice

And the will of its purpose arises from tears

Into a softer way of love’s gentler care.

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