Innocent dusk sets upon my soul
Quiet amidst the blue with clouds
Purging green meadow
Sorrow turning to a mellow joy
Creation demanding a creator
Spirit like the mystic wind
Summer flowers sway like awe
Dusk amidst the songbirds
Chills of divine love
My life is working out
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