Poetry

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Reality a word;for some the widest ocean deep,for other's
enclosed by a window's shutter,and yet they find a
longed for key,that opened the door to reality,a
place where there's no whim;or din,everlasting life
within;for all of us who tread Thread the Earth,our
dreams become our living birth,like the morning dew,
and some of them become quite true,not erased by
time's own lapse;for some no fleeting past,more
like a day that knows,it binds up all of the rest;
the future do not have a say,when dream's are real
they have a seal;the Everlasting is no figment then,
all day's are living while GOD keeps on giving,
reality is within GOD'S compound;for all around,
amen is sound.
Joe.

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