No; it wont be shouted out
Through trumpeter's glee
Angel-lifted, where all can see;
Though it may surprise.
As when nothing more, come death
Is needed to know.
That we, moist eyed loves, as well
That starred appreciableness
Through this wee dew-drop's wholeness
Held, of cosmic size
Love-conscious, this eve, to God
But as one doth glow.
Moist eyed love…. Beautiful expression. Enjoyed reading. Top score
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