The simple word
Upon the page
The open book
The empty stage
The smell of rain
The evening breeze
My soul was made
For such as these
The loving glance
The gentle hands
The gift of one
Who understands
The shady nook
Beneath the trees
My soul was made
For such as these
The open heart
The childish grin
The healing kiss
On wounded shin
The sleepy head
Upon my knees
My soul was made
For such as these
The heartfelt song
The circle round
The friends of old
The new ones found
The passing time
That gives us ease
My soul was made
For such as these
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Very good. Blessings.
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