The Soul Blooms In The Face -To Audrey Lou Chambers
Your smile,
Opens the profile,
Of azure blue.
The divine therein,
In your human shrine,
Comes out to be true
Who but the fool goes to measure,
The inherited beauty of the cultivated treasure,
The flash of the unborrowed pleasure.
When Mother Divine Herself is the potter,
Such parks of quanta is no matter,
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