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Blessed are those
Who hears the sound of His foot
Those who are sure that it was His.
It’s like witnessing the sun
Walking on its way —
As it surely will show up
Upon the rose in no time.

Without a second thought,
The brightest one will eagerly step up
And will bend its ear on the ground.
The sun with its dying colors,
With its roaring upbeat —
May it shed its tears and be rest assured.
And so the sun wasn’t shy,
And it knows no pain.

In the span of time,
It cost me more than diamonds
When I learned by heart “how to fear.”
And to grasp life
With grace as a gift,
I found joy in the emotion of hope.