God for us

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Toying with the ants.

Submitted: October 16, 2014

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Submitted: October 16, 2014



A pencils writing this story of mine,
where eyes sought love,
to you just every night,
and instead of trying and letting it go,
I let it come closer and take me whole.

For the body and the mind is useless,
without the soul,
without the purpose of be.
What’s left of tomorrow and today,
Is yet to be discovered,
is yet to be me.

For seeking the answer in empty hand,
is lost without even begging journey,
and even with the whole Devine,
you ask yourself,
how am I so alone?


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