finely crafted
So quiet and peaceful but the message was louder in silent
O lord of walk
Walking on the path of wound less life
Let the flow of ache: give no ache
Crumple with the cure of
off to the thump,
Press in the numb
Elsewhere, in the outskirt of life
So quiet...
The sound of silent serve in many segment of life
Smoothness of love; so feather soft
Every touch not so rough
Crescendo of thy love...
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