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Children of a Lesser God

The nurturing nature, scintillating sunshine.. Iridescent rainbows, roses and marigolds... Blossoms - bountiful beauty all around.. Appealing, energising everyone's sensation. Yet in the obscure corner, ragged they lay.. Like weeds - without roots, briars but barren.. With gleaming eyes, thirsty souls and some say.. They are baffled and blind.. Enveloped in the ignominy, with a sehnsucht.. To be somewhere which they might call home. But still they own no home.... Isn't this world their home? Are they Children Of a Lesser God? Away from the rush of waves, plunging into a pool Of dread,desolation, where perils loom largely .. And hollow promises, beneficient-beasts, devil's of day Rob-away the slightest curve from their weary visage. But hope, wish to entreatingly enquire The one who created, and destroyed... Are they Children of a Lesser God?

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