Song Like Mine

Streams of light,
fall gently from the sky,
and I have no desire,
to be what I've been.

Sweet desire,
like the rush of roses
spring freshly
from places I've never been.

Hug myself,
without contempt
knowing not
where I stand.

Feeling the dawn,
a heavenly mist,
like the light gaze,
from this room I sit.

Breathing reigns
this worldly castle,
and touches, Yes!
this truthful heart.

Sing loud,
sing long.
Give it your all,
to this, your song.

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