I would not wantlove to be lukewarm.Nor a twigto shiverat the rustling.
Radiance




I would not wantlove to be lukewarm.Nor a twigto shiverat the rustling.
Over the all-encompassing green the rays pour down unsparingly. We two are like suckling lambs. We feel no weariness from the caresses.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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