~ lone street~

Lonesome lady walking in her own journey... Lone street of emptiness and pain. The last resort was God's sweet refrain. Thanks be to God ! This is my journey.

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raindrops had stopped falling
cold breeze of the wind blowing
hearts mended, debris kept forming
loud trumpet sounding.


sound of silence my ears evade
lonesome in an open field
disturbed and was reviled
mind distorted and tired.


walking across the roads nearby
hearing a sweet lullaby
tiny little bug escape to cry
endurance in the last goodbye.


winding is the lone street
the dead end was regret
the bridge seemed to broke
loaded of earthly slavery and yoke.


gazing unto the bright shining sun
emptiness started to outrun
little sparrow's new song
kept the heart to stay strong.


mounting up on eagle's wings
clouds of doubts outpouring
unto the spring of cold refreshing
flowers in the midst of the spring.


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