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Jan 30
Every passing moment,
feels like a whip on my back.
The future which is yet to come,
seems like a hike to the Calvary.  
The journey in this valley,
made my soul weary.
And, my heart is crying out,
longing for a sip, from the eternal well.
A poem about a weary soul seeking rest in the Lord.
Written by
Ruchini Periyapperuma  32/F/Sri Lanka
(32/F/Sri Lanka)   
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