- Soyeaux -

If it is, thus
subtle in the render,
vision the jubilant,
tapestry of air.

Breath for the dusk,
prevail its essence by language,
cautious not to malice,
what made her become whole.

A providence for the meek,
to valor of heavens fortitude.
My child,what has made one suffer,
will virtiously seek us forth,
soft, soft, soft,
beautify by grace's homage.