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Purpose
by Looking up See the moon Pale friend Braving afternoon Single polka dot On blue silk Looks down on me Colour of milk Lone trespasser In daytime sky We are alike Moon and I Less impressive Out of place Crude stitchwork Amongst fine lace Yet even he Reflects sunlight Fulfilling purpose In the night Hiding behind Vapouros clouds Leaves me wondering Mind a shroud Did God create Me for a purpose? Was I made Just some surplus? If not Why am I queer? Spirit wonders Why am I here? This was written by myself, no copyright applies. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |