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In the darkest dream
That I dared even to daydream,
I had a blind date with my creator
And asked him a wringer;
My Lord, what could be the purpose of my living with bestowed myopia on my soul?
Am I to live a life of an owl?
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The lurking
Swiftly,
I rose to thundering
Growl of clumsy clouds,
Where I heard unclear delivery;
Life itself is purposeless,
If a soul lurks on
God’s Intention!!
Well and good,
I carried my soul
From thence till hence
With the insight of
Merciful Light,
Though with my cloudy eyes,
After all,
I claimed to a clear vision
For living a life of mission!!!
