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May 2021
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Every time I write,
I sing the hymn of my spirit.
And every time I speak,
It’s Your breath that moves the mountains.

I thought my heart and my head know me better
Than any person ever will...
There’s not much to say,
But there’s so much to be written —
It’s like You talking to me.
The Poetic Architect
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The Poetic Architect  F/PPC Palawan, Philippines
(F/PPC Palawan, Philippines)   
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