In these fields I do find life,
A vast peace in slow moving days
All wins when there is no strife
And rules burned replaced with ways.
In these clouds I do find life
A land lost in itself an everlasting dream
Floating bodiless through bodies
A breathe of the enlightening beam.
In this life I did find life
Through wings of hardship
Through lengths of love
Among vivid realms of imagination
Crows circle the lonely dove.
What I searched for I did not find
What I found I did not mind
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