Friday, 24 April 2015

QUITE HOUR





As sleep departs my eye,
Wisdom caresses my thoughts
So sweet are the words high
As I pronounce on each door
‘’Fear is wrestled bye.’’

 Soul is crowned bravery
Swimming in a deepened found
The world around I count loss
As revelation stairs I climb
A purpose I seek my soul to reach

Put slowly a heart
A countenance once robbed of
A moment stolen by deceptions bluff
Come! ,come dine in faith with love
And bid bye, the devils chuff

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