As the wind blew
My scarf
And tears flew
In the air
Oh the sorrow ,the despair
Who new it would hurt this bad
Yet In my distress
I still say "Praise the Lord for this hardship could have been worse!"
So I sing in my spirit
"Weeping may endure for night , but joy cometh in the morning".
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My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer
PoetryHere are a collection of poetry I have written within my teenage years, early adult life . I hope you all enjoy.
