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by jaya
Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2067901
Hope begins to grow.
Each Day

Each day I wake up in fear
I think of past and my eyes tear
Longing for you my dear
Will it be fine, will be it fine?

The day moves on relentless
Each hour spent restless
Hoping and praying endless
For you to return, for you to return.

We go through the motions
Building renewing new notions
Each movement opens great options
So we live well, so we live well.

The future is no more grim
You train yourself to be trim
Your strength refills to the brim
Thank thee my Lord, thank thee my Lord.

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