Sometimes alone we will sit to ourselves with a look of wonder to above.
As he will haunt our troubled lives with problems to show off all his love.
Once as doing this just as I've said it had been once before.
I saw an illusion to spark as my eyes became illusioned to more.
At that most lonely persons would jump up to fix the way.
Yet to fix now, cant be, as our nights are before days.
So this thought with of truths be knowledge of so.
A decision was made to lay and stare letting worry start and grow.
With distress, closed eyes, sitting in silence and closed hands;
Silence becomes your mind talking. As talking to god we had planned.
Pray.
©bbukowsky
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