Graces by cross
Southern night sky
Dances mute flowers
His fragrant breath
Blesses by rains
His fragile bloom
Walks by moon
my truculent sea
Stills my flame
that skyward steals
Prays by doves
soft muted cry
Gathers by churches
Spirits reply
Staggers to apex
history of man
Cannibals death
by endless beget
Surpasses by sunrise
final sunset.
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