Revolving round...
the chaneels of the global world...
battling with the cloud...
of oppresion sourounding us...
Odd situartions...
springing forth glomy moods.
activating differnt thought with decissions...
creating structural failures in dicession walls.
But no begining without end...
no period without break...
no mountain is too high...
nor valleys is too deep...
for those who wait upon the LORD.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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