Ghosts of the grail.

Like ghosts of the grail
I watch it rise, this sweet kissed morning
of frost, and with a sence of freedom calling
No star before, night
Was lost
Light it lingers upon the lips, and makes new breath to lead the way
With eyes of sheer delightfulness, I evaluate the day.

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