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, November 20, 2014
Mud River
This,
by the edge of mud river
rocks, stones stood,
itched in memory of days passed.
This,
is still part of,
a story,
life stuck in mud river,
where rocks and stones stood.
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