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Gratefull
I learned, I found, I gained
Heavy gold weight
Pound per pound
How much I could back carry.
Oh, the words
Hidd in my silence
I spoke forthright
to hear my insides out
By sighs of years
whiplashed.
I called you holy, I called you saint,
beautiful and great
I do still
See the tender child within.
Granit firme in my believe;
You force opened my eyes
To know whom I blindly trust,
Holy Spirit
I have choosen for King, to build me
Through and upon Shechem
To climbe, and I did, oh with all my
High heart
Whider wide
Soul seeking.
You
I’ll always regret not get, my friend
Without remorse
slightest gray
But God’s love & my gratitude for acquaintance.
We never conversed each others language.
Stay forever well my dearest, I’ll pray.
Sincerely,
.


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