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And i dream still...
dream a bit more..
dream of days..
when i used
to dream to dream.
With eyes full of hope,
trying to find god who made man.
Trying to preserve the innocence,
the sacrosanctic beliefs
of being god's son.
And now we...sons of god..
are torn to pieces...blasted and tattered...
in vengeance and hatred..
Now, I'm trying to find..
Does God Cry?
1 whispers that i heard....:
god cries when we cry;
laughs when we laugh..
god is within us ;
but
we search him everywhere else!
beautiful poem well penned ...
keep writing & smiling always..
i liked ur blog design its wonderful... :)
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