Beat Poem by Poetry Puffs

Beat

The heart doth sings as joy comes.
The heart doth sings as trial comes.
As far as the sun,
And great as the sea,
The passing winds blows,
Numerous we are,
And one thing known,
All shall not all be erased,
Until the things to come.

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