My Soul
Did I want to be a poet?
Who inspired me to be one, yet?
The scenario puts in words,
My multicolored quills are swords...!
I dip my feelings deep in blood,
I swim against the heinous flood;
God's words become my daily bread,
Anything against love I shed...!
My trails are toward perfection,
In each step I find affection,
Death will never be my true end,
Angels to hold me God will send...!!!
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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