Oh God...
Make firm and steady my heart!
For these words I may send - flying to the skies!
So help me...capture them in the dark,
Let them not lift off this eager tongue!
They must stay - unsung.
To reflect on what happens to the bee - once it has stung.
So let the night go on.
And this lark.
Shall radiate.
With Silence.
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