كلمات Contemplation

Calm and peaceful, my day fades out. Contemplation Floating composure touches me lightly, contacts me there, where wounds open and relieves, like balsam, the pain. Contemplation Many was trying, today. A torrential stream, full of negative energy. But not enough of this black power, to stir up displeasure and fear in a dimension, which would force me, to see this day as my enemy. Contemplation I only can feel it as a glowing hot sword, but cold and blunt the edge is quickly defeatd by the Contemplation.