My eyes stared above,
A divine white dove
I find to be of
Peace, grace, joy and love.
How its wings did stun
In ways that do run
My soul to strive on,
To blaze like the sun.
Such goodness did crush
My dark side to flush
My soul to be shush
Like the plants so lush.
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