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Seasons of answered Prayers,
Times of Remembrance,
Tears running dry,
Reflection of smiling strangers.

Sound of Praises,
Echoes of Joy,
Breezes of Peace,
The beginning of a New Era.
God has done it.
Glorly to God!
Am an open book you failed to read.
In case you never really knew me
On a blank canvas like this, I imagine words
Some wild but others peaceful
Some sweet but others bitter
Yet stand as one in perfect harmony
To form a whole far greater than I can ever imagine
How do you measure strength?
The power to hold back?
Knowing I could crush them all
But resigning to silence

hahaha.... coward you say!
Mercy I call it
They say a poem paints a picture📸 It's like every word it's a brush stroke visualizing the unseen.
I like poetry because there's no room to hide but the truth. It dissolves barriers and brings forth what lies in the deep.
Its tenderness & playfulness allows vulnerability to pour out. And provides comfort to let go without judgment.

In this world it's a must to put on a tough skin. We even cage our hearts behind steel bars. But once in a while we reveal ourselves through words of poetry.  Every poem shares a glimpse of who we are🌘
For as a man thinketh in his heart so is he.
Sometimes I miss how easy it was taking milk,
As the struggles of chewing meat amount.
But now my teeth are as strong as steel and as sharp as razors,
That I can bite through bones.
I miss the words I left behind
Archived in old books
If I had given it a thought
I would have hung them in the cloud
Rather than be discarded with obsolete things
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