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A mind at peace with all below she is beauty such so ever bright Smile to win the hearts that glow a wonder to the sight

A nightmare about being alone

Every man knows his weakness.

Can anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale or what direction it be from when finally we set our sail

I grew weary of mans delight in watching his brothers endure I took no pleasure in gods sight his beauties had lost all allure

I enter this poem in recognition of the fine spirit we all know here as Bluessadmood,In him I see our best character OUR FINEST HOUR! Thank you

In her I saw myself one day a cold spirit needing tending And in her face I saw the way to happiness she was rending

Faith may be the timeless healer but lost time it cannot replace And all the calls for Gods mercy won’t give us back that youthful face

So each man will look back in time taking stock in the life he led To find if he is left wanting and for who and what he has bled

Through path and switch with company skipping along the winding road I pass food and accompany with he whom life seldom bestowed