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Mystic Spectrum

I’m so alive: an inrush of life, my soul. Such warmth, my
Heart; and such light, my faith. And soul to God, my
Bleeding prayer. Such verve and life: such truth and grey:
My pulse, the waves of Christ. And salient joy, my future
Pain; and specious dreams, my guile and strife. Such to
Cadge, the false belief; and such to heart, the waking grief.
But light to soul, my purple blood; and spirit life, my
Sacred flood.

Thus the sky, a flaming prayer; and thus the light, a flaming
Sky. For life to death, a burgeon pulse; and death to life, a
Sightless flare. And such the ache, effluent prose; and such
The flame, effulgent prayer. Thus the heart, a guileless
Shrine; and thus the soul, a soaring wound. Hence the life, a
Hint of death; and hence the life, the tent of breath.

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Georgina Richardson

A beautiful piece Glenn and an enjoyable read. Well done, it flowed superbly well. Love G xx

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Georgina Richardson

A beautiful piece Glenn and an enjoyable read. Well done, it flowed superbly well. Love G xx

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Glenn Marchand,

Great write, My applause, My love, My five stars

Thus the sky, a flaming prayer; and thus the light, a flaming
Sky. For life to death, a burgeon pulse; and death to life, a
Sightless flare. And such the ache, effluent prose; and such
The flame, effulgent prayer. Thus the heart, a guileless
Shrine; and thus the soul, a soaring wound. Hence the life, a
Hint of death; and hence the life, the tent of breath.

Love, regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

Beautiful as always, feelings of respectful jealousy in my head, your so talented Glenn, much love to you sweetheart xx

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