The Silent Prayers


There's a certain inferred grace,
when for him, this soul prays,
A gratifying alignment of words,
like delightfully bustling hummingbirds,

 You are revered, 
You're cherished,
In my heart, you're idolized,
My silent prayers, shall be yours evermore........


               ~S.S~

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