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Until This Breath Becomes The Wind I'll Ride

I've loved more than enough,
never tired of declaring it
through defeats and triumphs;
I've given not expecting rewards...
and the ones who had it rough
are grateful for such a kind heart 
when their hand was empty
and their voice echoed misery.

Until this breath becomes the wind I'll ride,
and nothing is left of me but bones,
I entrust my hope to the Eternal God 
who created Man from plain mud
and gave him a free will to decide
whether he was peaceful or engaged in wars.
I would have chosen blessing and life,
not sorrow, curse and constant strife!

Until this breath become the wind I'll ride:
I must be purer than air and water,
be worthy of looking at his shiningl face and bow down and smile;
I did my best in showing my generosity 
to others and accomplish deeds of honor...
even friends can become vicious enemies, if one has too much honesty.    


Written on 5/ 25/ 2017


 


  




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