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Saturday, June 25, 2016

Sensitive souls

I opened my eyes and seen lonely things, at a moment, my merry heart shall fade as I watched the sad days people have made.
They are happy for the pain it brings, it’s like a bird with an injured wings. it’s my secret place where anger and wrath were length.
My God why the joy is like a precious broken jade; conquered by cruelty while old bell rings.
But then I took a moment of silence and thinking; here came a night sublime to join the selfish happiness without her wings.. O no, and I smiled as I heard the chords of chime from despair, I understood it better... maybe anger and wrath rule at a time, but love and humbleness reign forever, and will always at night spreading forgiveness wings.