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Jun 2018
All grief all, all sorrow
Was my life
before an angel descended
Sent by god
For me to endure and thrive
Take my hand said she,
Thee will guide you through day and night
That's what my god commanded

I do not lie, I was stricken by words and voice of  such calibre
My grief was no more
But sorrow persisted  
As is the way of sorrow

I asked and prayed to my god
For years that have passed
convinced no body heard

But here lay the voices of my prayers
Looking into eyes
so full of layers
Majestic and magical
So beautiful a creation
My first and last thoughts each day,
Is she my savior?
My sorrow subsides by hearing her
Radiant words
Each day I thank my god so full of kindness
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   Geanna
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