04:10 in Vanderbijlpark: Desperate for a touch of Heaven.
For me the lake wouldn't still
Bit by bit I became like Peter
The faith was mere and the world my steer
My weariness was disguised in fear
So I lingered like an unbeliever
Have compassion on me O' Seer
Satisfy me please be dear.
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POETRY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
