Faith In God
As you were stilling down the pine avenues
You caught a despaired twinkle in your eye
That had a semblance of doubt and perplexity,
When your eyes meet the sky, your mind twisted
Downward to the center of tremendous opportunity
In the midst of an overcoming shadowy Figure,
Then as a crimson Passer-by noticed everything
Of the confrontation between clauses of the sharp
Suitor and of a shark swingling, creeping, dwindling
By the the Ocean of your innermost hell,
There in front of a café where you used to meet her
Your hands caress the pavement that you judge
Too frail like the sounds of whisking by, controled,
Scrowled by the scowl of your inner feelings,
You stump your feet then High Heavens
Everything around you turns to Yellow deciphering :
The Sun has shined by the Rivulet of demise!
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