Believe
There are things I see, but are not written.
And there are things I heard, but are not sound.
Yet I believe.
There are things I can touch, but are not touchable.
Yet I understand the round.
Yet I believe.
I see you and I know you are there.
Yet I believe.
You will come, like the light in the stars.
Yet I believe.
Yet I believe.
Copyright © Marilyn Williams | Year Posted 2015
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