Handle With Care
I blink, you wait, all it is, a test of fate, a runner runs,
a dreamer dreams, even when they become torn, ….reborn; a guest, a journey,
unlike these trails, it generates, the wind in sails, I was waiting for the
trumpet’s sound, and it was God whom I had found. A step of hope, a walk of faith, I will not
beg, I will not hate. The road has bumps, too much for some, a milestone, to
overcome. The pieces…..with a jig and a saw. I’m reaching a star, and getting a
call.
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