Poetry

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I don not re-collect hor or when,
my mind turned to logic.
A joyous turmoil,
That both feelings,
Where presnted each day.

To be pious,
Is yet a wish for me,
But blocking seas intervene me,
From my sanity.
Which was ripped form me,
So long ago,
And hope,
Like hope will always be,
Leaves me ravenous,
But never leaves.

My logic leaves me blind,
As if my eyes go wild.
It is a treachery to me,
A ridless grief,That parts me from those friends,
That parts me from,
OH FATHER above!

My heart still flies.
But my mind is yet a stone,
To keep my sticken heart,
From freely flying.

A cruel and aweful reality,
To never brush the hand,
Who always gives me life.

But still a hopeful light,
It always leads me on.
That maybe soon,
In one wonderful time,
My heart and mind will rise,
To realize,
God divine is always in my eyes,
At every given time.

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