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Though the highs have their lows
And the happiest never remains so
Though the tempest surrounds us
And evil lurks deep in the dark
Wherever they lead you to be
In your mind's eye, I pray thee see
That as the Sun starts farthest from the West
And in the peak of Eve, before She sets
Worry not, my dear, of your joy and pain
Neither shall cleave thy heart in twain
For where your heart is lightest
Does heavenly love burn brightest
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#WoW
When the billows roll, and we seek our safe haven
~Caz~
Copyright © Wilfred Aniagyei | Year Posted 2017
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