Poetry

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Mine is the smell of raindrops, the lifting
of the dew,
Half baked sunshine seeking to fill with its
aromatic hue.
The redeemer that I do not see, my belief
that He be there, unseen,
Does enlighten my heart with gratitude,the
forgiven, the saved, the clean.
I welcome truth for quietly it ambles all
around,
Its shades, forms and ambiance wills itself
be found.
Sparkling rays of peace, my eyes follow these
irridescent jewels of grace,
The plentitude of mercy's light reaches my
repentance and dances on my face.

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