The clearest knowledge of a morning peace
littered with birdsong. I've no longer been
a poet but an instrument. I have removed
the spirit in my lungs quickly, I've removed
the hills with time. I find a quiet peace
with the birds in oaks, the birds are being
inspirational. For the mountains shall be
removed, and the hills shall be removed,
but your kingdom shall not depart. The peace
of your eyes is a peace never to be removed.
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