A poem simply sounds the bell, o
f that which words could never tell.
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Heaven
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BREATH OF HEAVEN
H
ow gently we are born
Upon the wind of change,
That mighty storm
Reaching us as barely a whisper,
How softly we are carried
From moment to moment
With scarcely a hair to rearrange.
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