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I cry of living in the world of no tomorrow.
Fear overcomes joy of dreams scattered
A young heart burn to it’s weary in sorrow.
Soul ignited by evil red- colored.
In the orchards I seek refuge.
And see nature ripe in abundancy
A fallen peach rolls blind to unknown.
Stilled by the net of destiny.
Weep not son. He vigilante with grace.
Barb a mustard faith in thy fist.
On my knees Almighty I’ll make peace.
Lord walk with me evermore.
When waves ruffle wildly & threats.
Lone in scary seashore,soul tremble.
Uncertain I turn to only footprints.
Where are your Lord? My faith crumble.
With a soft touch of Gold.
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dave
Poetry is passion; my passion - It is the voice of the voiceless. I write poems through inspiration from day to day events and experiences in my life. With what happens in our society I hope to create awareness, inspire positive responses and in turn, learn from others.
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