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A Spiritual Awakening

A Spiritual Awakening

i shall die in what i believe, not by scripts in the paper that one might read, my spirit as served me right so far, kept me alligned like a perfected star, i look back on how ive come some far, traveld many roads an thats not by car

its my soul that is on a journey, taking in what god has learnt me, in poetry you dont need a certain degree, just the mind to allign words perfectly, god has nurtured me from early, no demon can harm or burn me, for i serve the most high purposely, my talent is certified curtainly

you cant ignore what is pure, my minds eye is open like a door, i see more now thats for sure, ive got lots to give before im in the floor, a spiritual awakening is what i endure, i was once depressed until i found my cure

A Spiritual Awakening has what has stop me from breaking,
now this is has been written its history in the making..

 

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S.zaynab.kamoonpury

Wow u said it with wit in  awesome monorhyme style. Indeed we don't need any degrees for poetry as your great inspiring lucid impressive muse shows too. Spiritual awakening is a must and glad u found it. Thats what matters most. Thumbs up.

Pleez do comment my newest poem too.

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kay harris

Wow so powerful friend, beautifully written, Much love friend.

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