I sit in a perfect silence
Still hearing the tree frogs
A chirping of half cricket, half bird
I sit in a smothered darkness
Cut by a deep sparkling sky
Beauty of pureness undisturbed
And as I sit I ponder him
Never far from my thoughts
Or dwelled upon for hours
And as I sit I start to listen
To a heart that stutters questions
When what I seek are answers
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