we've seen we had
what better to picture
our handle on grace
puts in terms my very main
exits to states
governing the least
no place on this road
tender hugs lost glory
we've seen we had
this is the story
if I may act bold
startle you how
the way a seed plants and grows
deep inside now
grace chatters with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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