"Where did she go? " Aunt said.
I heard vividly from behind as I ran.
I ran with the world in my head.
I didn't know I was lost…maybe in my head or maybe in my mind.
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What is my crime for being quiet and shy?
If you are loud and fly.
What is my crime of being different as fine?
If you are the different of cool.
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I am the moon, aglow in the night,
A beacon of calm, a soft silver light.
I am the ocean, untamed and free,
Each wave a testament to my identity.
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I am no stranger;
I gather my sweetness and a song.
Inspiring, maddening, and stirring the page—
These words of mine light the stage.
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Beautiful justice, a radiant gleam,
A hope restored, a sacred dream.
It rises high, like dawn's embrace,
Illuminating every hidden place.
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'It is well, ' the heart declares,
Amid the burdens, amid the cares.
Through tempests wild, through waters deep,
A quiet strength, a peace to keep.
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That night, the fireflies lit the air,
Their glow was everywhere, yet I didn't care. Unnoticed, they sparkled in silent flight,
Until the streetlights dimmed their harsh light.
Only then did their beauty find my sight.
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I am turning gold,
Slowly, steadily,
Refined by the fire.
Yes, the pain is there,
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I found a door that wasn't there before,
It opened wide, but led to something more—
A sky of clocks, a tree that sang my name,
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I found a door that wasn't there before,
It opened wide, but led to something more—
A sky of clocks, a tree that sang my name,
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Encontré una puerta que no estaba allí antes, Se abrió de par en par, pero conducía a algo más—Un cielo de relojes, un árbol que cantaba mi nombre, Él encontró un pájaro que hablaba pero le preguntó lo mismo: '¿Por qué buscas cosas que no puedes ver? 'No tenía respuesta. Aún así, nos siguió.El mundo era extraño, pero sentíamos que estaba planeado.No afirmamos saber ni entendemos.Ella caminó junto al océano y oyó al mar hablar, No era diferente de nosotros dosY ella reflexionó.Viajamos, nos maravillamos.No afirmamos saber.Una cosa es seguraes que Dios está en Su Trono.
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I write poetry about Jesus. Follow me on this journey to know Him. The pen name is Sheisddavid)
The World In Her Head.
"Where did she go? " Aunt said.
I heard vividly from behind as I ran.
I ran with the world in my head.
I didn't know I was lost…maybe in my head or maybe in my mind.
I was a lost Princess, Nightingale.
I admired my dress in Scarlet as the finest.
And I must confess, I was silly not like the lily.
Believe me, I didn't know I was lost…maybe in my head or maybe in my mind.
I will tell you the story, Nightingale.
She was a lost Princess, Nightingale.
She didn't know the truth.
She didn't know she would soon meet the beginning of her story.
Jesus called her out
And she stopped, in that minute.
She became still;
Quite still and unusually calm.
She was no longer lost…maybe in her head or maybe in her mind.
Jesus wore her a white dress
with so much beauty and glory.
Now, She has her beginning
and her end in Jesus Christ.
Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life.
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