Poetry

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The sins of yesterday have not past,
for their after effects, still do last.
So your true smile you have yet to see,
because you still will not come to me,
You have complicated things I had planned,
for death and sin, do go hand in hand.
And crooked you have made your road ahead,
upon which there are, many snares spread.
For it indeed is a very dark path,
leading to nothing but eternal wrath.
But the death of a loved one, I do not enjoy,
it is so very painful, and does annoy.
So because for you do I greatly care,
heavy are the burdens you must bare.
For there are struggles put in place,
so the wise will turn and seek my face.
Where waiting with open arms shall I be,
then shall you know, how much I missed thee.
And straight will I again, make the road,
and with gladness, shall ease the load.
Then shall I rejoice in your precious smile,
for it had been gone too long awhile.

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