Jeep, deep, sleep! To keep the truth! !
Only with the muse of servitude and attitude,
Enjoying the fruits of your labour! ! !
Lifting up righteous morals.
Born to be! Born to serve! ! Bright light! ! ! Delight of the truth;
Alright with your mind,
Right steps in life,
Living and learning always without racism!
Onward with positive morals;
Where true love sleeps.
Enjoying the fruits of your labour we can have righteousness to lead life. Wonderful poem is excellently penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Where true love sleeps! ! ! ! Home of peace and joy. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.