Healing
Blowing wind,
throwing pains that cursed me.
Flowering daffodils,
colouring woes that hurt me.
To be colourful,
with no more gloom.
To be cheerful,
everywhere around the room.
Time will heal the wound,
cause The Almighty knows best.
He lights up the moon,
He even takes care all the rest.
Including you.
Nisa Zainodin 050712
Copyright © Nisa Zainodin | Year Posted 2015
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