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.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
sometimes, they visit...these wet little things.
Those wet little things
flowing gently over
freckled old lines.
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