Who am I not to excuse and forgive
when the Solo God, His mercy would give.
Rage inside, I plead to God to erase
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The birds would chirp and hail a rising dawn as night would echo the woes of a swan.....brilliant spiritual expression dear teacher poetess. A sparkling piece of work....top score.
A fine and rendition in verse with rhythmic splendour. A beautiful poem written with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
Great write.... Revisited with a great pleasure