Night Sparkle
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This very short piece of poetry work is very personal to me,it is my very own explanation of a rejuvenated soul in the midst of of what most people presume to be ' unfair happenings '.
Years of patience and pain and then u get a grasp, you sigh and suddenly the night seems like day.
©Roland Beedie 2016
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