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Lots of years from now.
A wretched man was crying.
Cause life had been a row.
Some shattetered angels visit.
They brought to him a gift.
His long forgotten lovesongs
from shadowed hidden rift.
He strummed a silent minor,
and majors followed through.
While his creators fresh breath
blew heavy grey skies blue.
-Oh thank you higher power!
He sang, in newfound joyce.
-Each day and every minute,
I’ll listen for Your voice.
Poetry by Sunlit
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Written on 2022-05-27 at 13:24
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A minor
Far away from home.Lots of years from now.
A wretched man was crying.
Cause life had been a row.
Some shattetered angels visit.
They brought to him a gift.
His long forgotten lovesongs
from shadowed hidden rift.
He strummed a silent minor,
and majors followed through.
While his creators fresh breath
blew heavy grey skies blue.
-Oh thank you higher power!
He sang, in newfound joyce.
-Each day and every minute,
I’ll listen for Your voice.
Poetry by Sunlit
Read 168 times
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Written on 2022-05-27 at 13:24
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