Jude Thadeus

Story Of The Lived

The gushing wind, now a refreshing breeze.
The deafening rain, now seems like music. The roaring tree pets the Earth, but moans on the perch of birds.

The story that weeps, only for the warmth heart. Bleed out your beauty, Oh beautiful Mother Nature.
Cast thy strength on me, that I may tell the story of lived, in seasons. In season and season with warmth smile.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 9, 2016
Poem Edited: Saturday, July 9, 2016

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  • Yowchanan Chinaka Onyeche JohnYowchanan Chinaka Onyeche John (7/12/2016 2:53:00 PM)

    Nice one 😊 Mr Jude. I wish to be more than you are today

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