Walking our thoughts
in goodness, we see
a clear sky, hung;
Over our heads
Hearing the gallop
in mighty heave, we lend ears
down the path, an image;
restoring my failing sight
Breathing peace of air
in numbness, we cleanse
our inward eyes, easing
moral strife to go
Observing things
in varied impressions, we feel
the silent feet, prized;
over spirited mood
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