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Friday, May 2, 2014

Humble « Sprouted Soul: Whole-Souled Poems

Often she drifts, confused, in painful disbelief,

“Why?” She asks, tormented in grief,

Would she ever know?

Would she ever comprehend?

Humble, eyes closed, she prays and reaches out her hands.

~Doobie



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