Swift
Poem by John Bennett
The best would be the gift to heal;
And what exchange could yield that gift?
But hope compels the mind to kneel
And then in silence turn the wheel;
With each rotation short and swift
The best would be the gift to heal.
The best would be the gift to heal;
And what exchange could yield that gift?
But hope compels the mind to kneel
And then in silence turn the wheel;
With each rotation short and swift
The best would be the gift to heal.
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