Peace

Plain in an open hymn aloft
I in my bare sage too thick
To rumble in the sanctum
Of genial peace within.
Melange of fresh air and inner
Joy concurrently surging
In billow - a pall of breath divine
upon my soul.

Sunday Amuta
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