As I lay down on a bed not made with hands
I got up gently but surely only to imagine
I am worried over worry
Cause where I stand seem unknown or just too wild for me
But then it is not my work to worry
I am to lay on this bed prepared for me
I am curious about the sheet, the foam , even everything
But it is not my work to worry
There was a letter placed beside my pillow
It must be a love letter cause it smelled of lovely words
Every sound made me felt safe
It was the Letter that showed me what Love Will always be.
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Poetry"See I have set fire upon the world, and am guiding it" -Jesus Christ If you like the twisted but beautiful spring of words that pumps up the heart then you are in the right place. Here, you will find mysteries that heals. Listen as you read and let...
