A single thought of this new start
With this beginning I hate to part.
Slow and steady in this new pace,
I am growing in this grace.
A stable Scent of aurora,
A light in the middle of darkness,
A lustrous miracle of the soul,
To death it is a foul.
A link in nature it is,
All in your hand.
A LINK IN NATURE...
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