Monday, April 5, 2010

A True Gift

All whence comes this
A sheepish smile of gentle mind
Oh, I might forget,
I have to rush.
Although I'm free,
I'm still engaged;
I know, but my life,
a true gift.
But why do I feel lazy at times,
That's ok why to rush when it's all mine.
--"Speedy water seldom run deep"
My true spirit and my confidence;
I can reach where I want.
Freedom is what I sought.
In starry nights along purple moor,
I saw silver sword and shining armour.
But he clangs, the sound so loud.
My heart so pure, and I endow'd divine ,
My friends are true,
I stand for thee.
I am the archer, and I have in me.

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