Beneath the blue I beneath against boons of life
In pensive pounder of grace in faith that God would try
I have trod the trails where petals
Break like boughs in the wild
I have confronted the face of love in matters only where sin exist.
But howbeit lips are sealed
Am I not here love thee?
Copyright 2016 Awotide Oluwaseun Micheal
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