Beats and Muse

The loftiest place is that seat of grace for which all the folks try
I only knew what hunted thought quickened her step and why she looked upon the garish day with such a wistful eye
At every wandering cloud that trailed it raveled fleeces by
And it’s there walking in the high woods
Strangling with the hands of lust
Call her on the deep sea, call her up the sound
But gather it into artifice of eternity with hushed embrace
When daylight was  down, and up the cool
She wonders every instant “when I would go alone at night to see the moon light
Choose a star, and my own story,
Let my thoughts loosen up
But still warm,
Cause I can still feel that fragrance aside”
But,
She fears that she shall be all alone she get towards the end

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