Written: © Maxima

The very hidden of your views
By God and by conscience
Visits chambers of the heart
At dusk,
On the shores of the Siena
Street singers add,
My angel ,
Their songs
Touching that insight,
Which came by
The intended path of life, of
I love you,
And forget the world of fine soul
It would tear you to sobriety.
Its malice would grow to the sky, and
In my heart’s needs.


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3 thoughts on “As

  1. Heather April 21, 2013 at 14:31 Reply

    beautiful pansies to go with your heart felt words!

  2. words4jp April 21, 2013 at 13:11 Reply

    A beautiful piece to wake up to!!

  3. IdealisticRebel April 21, 2013 at 05:44 Reply

    Love your word craft and I adore the pansies. I have a great big smile for you and I wish you a wonderful weekend.

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