Poetry Practice Day 1

With every breath I breathe I am glorified Can you feel it in the air The golden star ‘s stair nurtures the heart Feel the spark She be so much divinity She muddy Covered in ball clay The ancient dust Her lips be the alter Take note and reverence Beyond Sovereign Born from Glory Love…

With every breath I breathe I am glorified

Can you feel it in the air

The golden star ‘s stair

nurtures the heart

Feel the spark

She be so much divinity

She muddy

Covered in ball clay

The ancient dust

Her lips be the alter

Take note and reverence

Beyond Sovereign

Born from Glory

Love adorn thy

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