Faith is the limit, where I bank on –
My simple belief to pass forth,
In al dark – plentitude here,
And towards her unknown worth.
I wonder – this resplendent victory,
Where is its soul lying into ways?
Above white clouds,
They could rarely pass,
In doubt that I see –
Beyond the heaven.
Faith is all that differs –
To cross me a line together,
Of a path, never ventured,
Though unseen –In farthest land to the weak,
That has never sunk its close company.
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