The tides, the sun, bright with joy,
It bides, the time of sight and ploy.
Remember life, as nimble days,
As clocks they tick, as love remains.
My eyes are open, doors askew,
Emotions hoped for, skies of blue.
When clouds, cover, lastly grey.
May peace abide the day.
Stay like fire, grow with warmth,
A candle light, a homes reward.
Burn the wick, ignite the flame.
Peace of love to softly tame.
My spurit opens doors and realms,
Occasion of the bells at helm.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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