On knee and heel
he pledged his faith,
banner limp in hand.
“Oh lady night,”
his voice still raw,
“My heart conquered be.”
Cool slim fingers
his features traced,
depth-less eyes appraised.
“Oh golden sun,”
silver lips spoke,
“‘Tis my heart that’s won.”
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A special Thank You to Dustin Martin, Rainy City Ukulele School, Nicole Tuma, Stephanie Tuma, Sarah, and my eternal gratitude to my World Shapers, Ann & Jess. Thank you for your support!
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