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9 February, 2014
Author: Shan
He comes in a visit
He doesn't say why
Seen in the exquisite colors
Of the sunsetting sky
Or in the air of a baby's first breath
In the stare of us all
As we meet this lifes' death
In the fear of the fall
When we doubt the dealt hand
In the ears as we call
To the creator of man
In our choices his voice is the one for the best
His gift has been given
This life just his test
Forgiven from living in the sins of the day
Be giving and live
Leading the heart in this way
We might see the light
He's coming as so as each night
Surely you'll know when he enters your life
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meri (98.166.163.160) -- Monday, February 10 2014, 02:23 am Is this about God? Anyway, good poem. Flowing as always. High five girl! |
| shan (24.147.56.85) -- Monday, February 10 2014, 01:03 pm Thank you Meri and yes, it is |
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