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Articles: Poetry | In His Time
- Ms. Hakila Sikhamani Pasham
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There are times when you are low
And no place to go
With a heavy filled heart
That tears you apart
Eyes filled with tears
Sordid words that pierce
With cold bare feet I walk
I have no “friend” to talk
Started an endless journey
To an unknown destiny
With no one to support
And to build a rapport
Far in the wood
Seemed like friend so good
But took no time to realize
It’s just a dagger that takes lives
Weary and worn
I lie down to see leaves in brown
Fell from the tree
And they will never ever be
I lift my eyes up to the branches and sheaves
Looked at the scars made by the fallen leaves
Then I saw the sprouting green
That had a brilliant sheen
This reminded me of the rainbows
After a ghastly storm that shows
There is always sorrow and delight
Which follows the plan as set in His time
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