Once rocked and trampled
Hurricanes of a lifetime
That hit me hard
While hopes but vanished
Groping and circling in the dark
But with firm belief in God
Out of dusky, shone thinly light
Lit that hugely grew in bits
To my darkness incapacitated
The world for me
Changed entirely
Sunless days, turned to sunny days
My good-looking
That never grows old
Multiply returned, as
‘Good-looking never grows old'
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