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‘Verse,

As I reach out for you

while I ponder about life

I seek for my remission.

This reality that I have imagined,

with the million stars,

brought me hope for our religion.

“Pray upon my heart, my dearest heart,

hold me tender, as I open up to you with my heart.”

This verse in me, before your eyes,

Portraits the ineffable, merciful, faithfulness.

The shattering lights glances over,

thus I see you bright, nevertheless,

I wished to engage with the waiting soul of holiness.



 

‘This Sunday,

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