My Soul
When the robins Sing - that is Love - Two Passions jointly wove - Intertwined - with Beauty and Grace - My Soul spilled on this Page. The tree's Roots take hold - in the Ground And grow Forever strong - The Sun brilliantly smiles down To help it all around. Fires ignite deep Inside the Soul - Casting about - Warm glows - Songs Sound sweeter - with every Note Love - is robins singing.
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