Song of his words

There are sweetness in his blazing awe,
Admiration of kind mind that winds applauds
So, why halt? when the symphony
Of grasp still commence,
I can see the shadow line of where
And what; we loss in a sudden gleam,
The roads is not taken
There are no-one to be blamed,
Not even me, you and him
Not even a wink from the moon
Or a blush from the sun can break
The beautiful strung he trussed.


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