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bound to torment

it must be wonderful to flow like a river
it must be comfortable to have god on your side
it must be fearless not to let your hands shiver
it must be courageous not having anything to hide

it  must be beautiful to have a heart filled with light
it must be joyful to have a life full of freedom
it must b graceful to keep hatred out of sight
it must be satisfactory to have a soul full of wisdom

but i have to be precise in my every moment
as the world is expecting answers from me
i have to suffer pain and torment
as i can only dream f setting my soul free

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Jimmy Arnold

And through this poem you have did just such,set your free mind and your soul at sail on a sea of enchanted blue, with caps of white on waves of shallow up flow, in your deliverance...Leaving behind all that torments and hates, our acquaintance of a better existence, in it's rear view path...... Great job..

Jim 

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Meenakshi Narayanan

wow.. how beautifully you understand my poem. thanks :) i ll come up with more

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Jimmy Arnold

Thank you very much and you have allowed my understanding through your beautiful delivery...You did quite well...You placed me there in deed..........

Kindest regards,

Jim

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