My Soul
...whenever night falls
Every man and creature
move in their abode.
But my self dwell in the darkness
of night; to reveal the
mysteries of my soul.
What does it want,
whether it wants to
wande...
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Categories:
incloses, philosophyself, self, sensual,
Form: Prose Poetry
Poor Rich Me
...Poor Rich Me
Many People Died.
Aids and polio,
wars and situations bye the score.
Death and pestilence and disease.
Eye am free of these.
His Namme is Jesus.
Only explaination eye can s...
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Categories:
incloses, forgiveness, happiness, hope, imagination,
Form: Free verse