Things may look bleak now, but they will get better. We think you will identify and perhaps find some comfort in the fog before our eyes, letting the fog blind us. We are afraid to walk in where the fog is too thicking. However, where the fog is thick we have to blow and wave our arms in order to get away from lurking in the shadows of the fog at night, keeping you away from the sun as a bright sunny day
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Saturday, March 10, 2012
God is the greatest artist
Theres so many things in this life
That we can not explain
Hope is not luxury, it is duty
Hope doesn’t mean dream, it is reversed
a raindropp falls on a child's face
Hope is the pillar on which dear
This world is standing without a fear
Take a look inside my heart
I couldn't shield myself from the pain
Love is the gentle touch with a hint of passion and a soft sprinkle of lust
tempt me and tempt me
a release so inviting
take it all, no air
ever so enticing
You freely gave the love
that I so desperately needed
with love so pure, asks nothing in return
we have that, we have salvation
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Beautiful...Thank you!
ReplyDeletesanmikey
I love your poetry.Take a look inside my heart...
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