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I've Got My life Back On Track

I have not penned a verse for a while because I had no tears left in my eyes, the earth’s crust had soaked it up shooting up roots from the ground and leading me to where destiny is bound. Everything seems to be getting in line as I held on to the courage that’s divine. The sun is shining in my face and the, and raindrops are running a new race. The mountain is standing aloof penetrating the wisdom of the gigantic roof. I can see the globe dancing around the throne and the daffodils scattering its fragrance all around and the water Lilly sitting on the edge of the pond sending a message to the iron man spreading out in the bed. I just wonder where I would have been if someone had not cover for my sins, the trees would be holding it limbs and the leaves would absorb its own grief. Now the air is clear and I’ve got so much to share, I am just waiting for the moment when the wind will take me to another town then my spirit will be at ease before the journey is complete. Night is falling, and the trees are still, the traffic is running about in the street, hooting and tooting as if they are conducting a drill. The cocks and hens are bellowing on the hill and toads jumping around in the grass with a symphony that’s stretching from abroad. The night owls with swift eyes are penetrating the passersby and they are looking up into the sky. What on earth is going in the town? Everyone is running around in new shoes galoshes and water boots, big umbrellas and groceries piled on top of their head. The rain is coming down and not one person on the street can be found destiny has weathered the storm and was air lifted out of the town. And so it was I got my life back on track and start wearing a brand new frock.

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