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Oddly the sun rises!
As amusing as it seems.
It's a miracle will never understand.
Blessing us to be Joyous.
The children playing.
It's almost comical.
The things we take for granted.
Hoping life will bring little happiness.
Even love is in most live, just not mine,
I Have the dream of Paradise.
Where all will be happy an loved.
Zulaikah
Zulaikah~
All of your poetry I've read so far has really, really touched me~ This one is especially sweet! You have a wonderful style, of way of succintly saying what we all long to find the words to express, deep down! keep writing!
i, too, am a survivor of much abuse, of all kinds...by God's grace, I'm free, healing, being restored to His original intentions for my life...maybe some of my poetry will minister to you, as your has to me~ I'd love to get your input on it!
God bless, & keep writing!!!
~Anastazia~
very right. often what we take for granted are the things most precious, and usually the simplest. good poem. eric
Dear Zulaikah, Hope I spelled your name correctly. Like this poem. Very strong. Have a great day! BYE! Teresa