Let me follow your destiny,
The one you designed for me.
My life;
every breathe,
every heartbeat,
Is a letter written to you.
My life is your channel,
Through which your blessings flow.
Use me, use me, use me.
Each little print,
a prayer fulfilled.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Whispers of angels
To live is to make sense of being;
rather than asking why, one should instead say, why not.
Step outside, feel the air.
Embrace the passing breeze,
Its fleeting freshness,
are whispers of angels,
gift to the tired souls.
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