Mirage of life
A flicker then calm, still as night.
Essence of traquility be thy virtuous light.
Letters of marque sent for thee,
In love's soultry simplicity.
A step in stillness never fell so high
Among thorns of silk along the vine.
A steady heat lay below me,
Through long silent spell be my purity.
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