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Wednesday, 18 January 2017

[Poem] Unseen

Down was on the mood radar 
The silent siren piercing the soul, 
And in all my prayers, 
You were not in any at all. 

Yet you managed to come through, 
This Stranger of mine; 
Oh I knew you though, 
But I have not seen your face. 

You soothed ruffled feathers 
Without lifting a finger; 
It feels I've know you since forever, 
And in your real presence, linger.

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