Sanctuary
Turmoil without, tumult within – this daily survival is wearing thin; where do I turn when my heart is sore and wary? Limbs that are strong, arms that are true, Bulwark unfailing, I run to You; hidden...
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Night-time gazing overhead puts daily turmoil into place, inky depths on silken thread define the infinite of space; and while my tears in silence fall, I am but one on cosmic plane; galaxies count...
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