Thou hath so much in thee,
Faith, breath strives ye of thine life,
While Truth watches ye for thy actions,
And all in that which define of riddles,
Saying like, Prose sees Poetry for their words,
Yet lines describe by Paragraph and Stanza,
But thee got what in you heather ye lo,
Well, hitherto that high of heaven
Hence, farewell not, for Breath lives,
Long live Breath, may it be so, forever
©️ Ismael Mansoor
This Engrained Heart 