How does one keep a job-like stance
through all the pain,
the endless sighs, the helplessness?
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A sweetly sobering work, well structured and its' message powerfully delivered...Solid Work! ~FjR~
This is mystery that each morning eyes see sun rays and essence of light crossing dust, clouds and strain. Likewise mind searches for happiness after crossing anxiety and sadness. This is very amazingly drafted poem definitely...10
Encouraging. Thankfully, His mercies are new every morning. Thank you for this poem. :)