2005-03-15

kindness

kindness falls upon my tired soul
like drops of sweet, fresh light on my eyes
and by that sweet, fresh light
life itself is revealed to me
the form and shape of everything
the life and joy and sorrow
of everything I see
kindness falls upon my tired soul
like drops of sweet, fresh light on my eyes
as a result, I can fly...

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