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Desire

Pound at my ears,
Burn in my soul,
My blacksmith-desire!

You hammer me at the forge
And make me ready for heaven.

The eagle swoops on the field mouse
And my passionate desire captures me.

My mouse, be still,
Let the eagle take you where it will.
Heaven knows its own.








The little bee works endlessly and brings sweetness to the world.

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