A temple upon a serene earthen crest
Like a brave warrior after the battle rests
The shrouds of calm deepen remarkably
Like waters over a deep blue sea
If there are wounds, they only smile
I'd love to walk with him for a mile
I bask in the serenity of a wise soul
And feel blessed to have a genuine person to behold
Surrounded by darkness he glows in his pure light
I am taken aback by his courage and simple might
A rare sight indeed it is to see a lotus bloom
Where the only things that dwell are misery and gloom
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