Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Wonderful life is

There lies the morning
Spreading its bless
Saying it's a beauty
To wake up and trace
How thy love is above all
Filled with omnipotence,

And how am I left
By thee so enchanted,
Wonderful life is
Whence I get out of bed
And find flowers there
With thy Love so bred.

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