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Untitled I saw my swarthy skin shine again a little bright The rays of my imperfection covering my face like a veil I saw my shadow multiply images of my existence Thus my soul remembered the sound of my heart beat I saw my swarthy skin shine again a little brighter This time I new, a drop of Jesus’ blood was poured in my cane

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Anil Deo

Date: 5/21/2020 8:17:00 AM

amen, we are SO valuable in our Trinity's eyes. Why else would Father-God sacrifice His Son for us if we were not PRECIOUS, "my [our] imperfections" are but dust over a ART Materpiece, once His blood gives the ART its lustre again. shalom, DEO

John Kazadi
Date: 11/13/2020 6:03:00 AM

Oh My God thank you so much for this comment.I ma happy that you read my poem and appreciate it. I am a marginalised poet living in malawi in Dzaleka refugee camp. I would really love to talk to you privately. here is my email and whatsapp.\ johnkazadi25@gmail +265992832215. please do feel free to reach out to me so we can talk. Shalom shalom