What's on my mind?
The world is a strange place, I find.
Those we lose along the way, cause us to miss them.
Perhaps it's because they are missing.
Even celebrities are dying to meet the angel of death.
The earth houses us but heaven is our home.
A race cursed with vast knowledge
And belittled in understanding
Going live to show we are alive
Oh how I wish joy could flow in our heart like a river
So all can stream live
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WORDY OF YOUR TIME
PoetrySometimes, faith, love, time, and life can not be explained by any manipulation of our alphabet but expressed beautifully in poetry.
