I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a manmade world.
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Sometimes I worry
When my heart comes up
To my throat,
And I hold the weight
Of the world in your embrace
Speechless.
In that instant,
The branches of every tree
Stop mid-dance to hold up
The skies for us
And every single colour
Fills my world and blinds me.
In that instant the rose
Will never wilt;
Forever in bloom between
My bosom and yours.
That moment is where
The world stays ours,
Forever and for always.
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