Apart from us a world of change
and lies and torment and unease
the time has come to tread the edge
and seek for calmness overseas.
the break of twilight,eyes aflame,
the day is lost, of joy no more.
now endless nights I call your name
your soul orchard to explore.
the love it heals,my god is you
a misty painting in the eye
a bed of grass at nighttime dew
a peace of stone as we die...
Calmness
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