dress in most graceful delightful mode, forward
in the altar, smile that capture my whole self, so true
and real, sweet as the melon in the dried land, thirst i
recount in my lips pour of moist. and i thank God
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now, growth touches our heart, where future await the success and worship that last will win, wishing every victory the prize of a big smile, leaving with no pain though sweet and bitter gone in the courage to stand --------- EVER lovely and touching..well constructed and formed pieces as always! ! ! 10+++
a so well penned poem..beautiful way of telling, enjoyable read