I am but a pen in the hands of my Maker.
Aaaaaaah! ! !
Were the screams of my labouring mother
Even in the presence of consolation and encouragement
Her problems remained dormant like a rural settlement
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Sometimes I wish I was a flower,
I'll attract all and sundry
with enticing fragrance and essence.
No one will hate me.
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Holiness you may also call it.
A state of purity
in body, soul and spirit.
Humanity living as divinity.
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