Poetry

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Some days its easy to percieve;why it is we have to leave,in shadows light we call that night,it has
no power,and can pass like a passing shower,light
can be its own pure vision,and help disperse all
indecision,a day's recall will help remind;some
falls are blind,colour can be that shade opaque
when the will to see is like some dispersed plea,
light will always fright,the dark;its we who can stray,without GOD'S GRACE,each day,what's meaning
full,becomes just null,emptyness cannot be full,
my own limit chose the distance,only GOD DO KNOW
my own existence.
Joe.

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