Category : Poems

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Slow steadily the mind recapse all embraces.
The photographic memories are membranes,extension of what life was remained.
The past or the current now.
The knowledge we lack of better sense than ever.

It Was best suite for our cures.
When we so close to death and kneadly never waken up.
All of us should deliver on the purpose of living not thrown off the cliff.
Ye be high off of Infinte mercilesss.
For he has given many chances.

No other honorable blessing of sky than this.
A sacred voice and breathe open souls eyez.
His influence is great beyond the mind. 
We listen,wisdom of reasoning.


Our comeback from the sight of things. 
His power branchs to voice all beingd.
When we weep and lose ground,know that loved ones voice of God muse.
He show all to whom remember him on his face.