He lifts in lighter thought to bear,
my spirit, winged on faith and prayer.
In misted love of lofty heights
to soar with stars in shimmered light.
His questing Soul, not knowing never.
Gently cradled in his palms, as treasure.
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He lifts in lighter thought to bear, my spirit, winged on faith and prayer. In misted love of lofty heights to soar with stars in shimmered light. His questing Soul, not knowing never. Gently cradled in his palms, as treasure.
Author notesprompt: gentle persuasion A contest entry
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