The Grain Of My Soul Poem by Giving Man
The Grain Of My Soul
She reaps she reaps she reaps
She shall not weap
The shoreline beams
Sunlight gleams, it screams, it screams
Obsidian locs absorb the seams of the beams
O shock I see my love, a dream
Hark I hear her voice I beam
Lips lock tears flock my soul it screams
O pleads I enthralled in rapt delight
Her eyes streams of light
Pan for gold in streams so bright
O my treasure her soul is all in sight
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