Pensive and alluring
She stands near me
Words flowing in
A laughter peppered
...
She suffers her heart
Spread out before me
In her loving consideration
And hope.
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I struggle between two worlds
One born to me out of no choice
The other chosen
Both draw me to their reward
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Being joyful amidst sorrow
Giving right action amidst sin
Acceptance amidst rejection
Hope amidst fear
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During the meandering thoughts
Still aware of the scene round me
Crawled this wonder of creation
Headed straight for my path
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Hard and cold it sits quietly
Awaiting attention unaware
Instruments of destruction
Transform to creation
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