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My words in mind
Not far as Noah's age
but farther from hands grip
to where found tender sweet
taught the harden heart
Not near as morrow
though in grip of eyelid
hope captivated on grace
future of a bright warm star
Not of darkness I see
for dark is a cowardly
to sweet humility given to it
in a heart darker than it's spark
To not I say not
on a sad sorrowful heaven
that bestows my heart
the lovely mind you
I not choose love
for it's one want prove
on gentle deeds daily
in world filled with fire
About the Creator
Dujana Chakir
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