TURBULENCE

Tranquilize me with the sweet promise
of Your secret garden;
You are the whisper in the trees,
the flowers beneath my feet,
and the ground existing ceaselessly.
And from Your velvet, undulate voice
comes streamlined, effortless sleep.

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