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the search for a savior

Poetry By: zel10256

the power of love

Submitted:Jun 19, 2010    Reads: 83    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

When those innocent childhood days take flight

And adulthood, with its ache, comes to view,

We awake to misery, fear, and blight,

Where happiness ascends upon the few.

Encircled by savagery and endless strain

Controlled by elders, who do as they may,

Sharing not that good life, but whirling pain.

For this we sing, we dance, we scream, and we pray.

We cry to the invisible above.

Ah! The real truth we fail to understand

Is the power of hugs, enclosed by love,

With sweet kisses and a touch of a hand.

This joy, above all else for sure exists,

Is a loving savior within our midst.


c Copyright 2006 Zishan Evans



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