Walkin on Air


There was no way she could have ever known
my secret so, so very secret kept;
impossible it seems time could have shown
the many tears my wounded heart has wept,
and yet, from pain and wrong to wisdom grown
I looked anew on life by love-broom swept
tidy-clean and fresh to be a platform
whence lost be found, and mercies cold hearts transform.

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