Poet2 Poems

I have a beautiful home for my soul,
The streets are paved with pure gold.
Songs waft upon the breeze,
And echo through the holy trees.
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A worm crawled up a branch to a leaf
And glanced at all the food within reach.
His stomach rumbled as he looked at his "plate";
He dove into the middle and rapidly ate.
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I cannot see You, but I know You're there -
I feel Your presence in the air.
I cannot hear You, but Your voice I know -
It speaks to my heart and calms my soul.
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