Words spill out secrets
And the more I speak, the more I regret
Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word
And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
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Everyday, I roam about But neither in or out Can I see you. Are you lost? From your place that I beautifully embossed, To somewhere devoid of devotion's draught?
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Sometimes we cannot give as much as we receive. Yet, the happiness gained from giving selflessly, to God or any human, is blissful.
