As by its hand, led these inner storms back
To edenic states of being.
A warmth-enclosed time of life, of love's
Haven-hint for to shade in.
As for its hand, to fearless request!
Softening down, merely unto
Refinement, while dimming to just half
Those fires we mortals swoon through!
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