In the early twilight of a silent cathedral
Voices heard whispered as muffled echoes
Possess me to survey the isolated landscape
Set on idle self conscious tongues conformed
Barring all witnesses they taken on a defiance
Overtop smooth stones lay a shrill annoyance
Sound out rising incantations soft to screams
Passion will not restrain to societal octaves
When good will comes to bear the soul relief
Liberation breaks silent a heavenward smile
Morning sings trembling dew sweating flowers
I touch the droopy heads of roses in the bower
Teeming sleepy creatures yawn deep breaths
An instantaneous emotion cries, ‘I am alive’
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