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There she was, her eyes gleaming
Was that tears of joy in her eyes?
Or was it the tears of agony?
Her wings made of fine beautiful feathers,
Her white cream colored dress made of silk.
I had disappeared in a blanket of happiness,
But yet i was in the sea.
The soft swaying of the waves and tides made it feel like this is my little world
There was my guardian angel watching me peacefully,
I had sunken to the ocean ground with tears of joy
And i can rest peacefully
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YOU ARE
You are beautiful!
You with your dimpled chin and angelic smile.
You with your complicated, conniving grin that
grabs
At the Place Where Three Roads Meet
Trembling,
I should feel strength.
Fluttering ,
I should feel strong.
Standing
in the night
at
Back again to pen and paper
trying to intensify the word
higher than the scripture beside
I'm waiting
in a silence
filled by the
i feel like crying, screaming, running mad
my eyes though big and brown are truly sad
my mind paces like a nomad
from each thought,
by Joseph Wardy
Spirituality
Look at the ground,
To remind us that we do not walk on water.
Look at the ground,
And feel spots of softness and
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