My #life Part #2 Green grass on the other side I’ll never see but for my dreams Yet they never hear my plea Rejecting what I selfishly demand As if the power of creation were contained, Were capsulated within my sweaty brow Out of unending darkness; my voice Grasping for an already expired flame Forms a dancing silhouette A flickering residue Of your perfect love Tears clean away the barnacles and grime They produce a miracle that transcends even the greatest effort And reveal your fleeting radiance How I hope you hear my prayer
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