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Sacred Masterpiece

For each foretold mystery
The card of shame I hold
Tis now I realise peace and tranquility
Is blind to those who lies are told

You are the sweetness of peace
The ever bloom of a mystic flower
Made me seek my own true self
Protected me always with inner power

A secret I told you once
The secret has never passed your lips
You made me regain what once was
Disperse all clouds, my dark eclipse

A sacred masterpiece is what you are
So enchanting to look at and more
Hopes and dreams you gave me back
For me you opened my closed door

misslittleDHP

@misslittleDHP

Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.

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