Poetry

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I search for peaceful heartnened thoughts,
For love to blind out meandered soughts,
For fathering love that was never felt,
And in this darkened blinded world that belts,
Lost is not a word but such faith that desires no more to be dealt,

To entrust in love,
My soul and heart,
I weap for hope,
But it does kill my sight,
With such yearning lies,
A confused and controllable life,

I search in darkened words,
In fallen members that confuse my whole,
But nature lives on to search for something I seem to never find.

And there is hope,
One of love and selfless copings,
That fills the brim of draughtened rivers,
Spills into my souless eyes,
And gives a soul some reason to be my own.

With every creeping shadow,
There dwells the soldier,
Hero of all,
Who saves this damsel to live yet more heartened days,
Filled with meaning to these lifeless ears,
And here I thank the lord,
For he and son have saved my soul.

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