It's not really my supplications,
But I hate that I'll be cut from Him
I love to talk to Him, knowing that
He's listening...
It gives a sense of comfort and solace,
As if every tear is a victory
Every pain is triumph
Every sorrow, a new path to happiness...
A.A.I.M.
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Starry Skies(My Poems)
RandomUnder the starry sky, I talk to God Under a million stars, a thousand thoughts Those silent glittering diamonds, without a warmth, Even in death, do I still admire.. (Poetry, Short story poetry form, and whatever)
