Where
I gaze upward starry eyed exchanging glances,
I have no chances of facing God's humour fondly,
When bereaved beliefs linger my hands are tense,
A cross like a bright shining billboard enthrals my interest,
I swagger slightly my emotions counting change,
In my heart and in my mind but cross I am still cross with you,
Across the room I await implicating 'God where art thou?',
With no stir or any err for nothing less than you,
A light glimmers under the door and I am still blind,
Powerful deduction manifest doubts to your whereabouts,
And insignificant speckles of dust make me sniffle,
While I hesitate to breathe and not to sneeze,
My eyelids enclose in rapturous revivals of prose,
I stop my search to let in to my room a gentle breeze.
I have no chances of facing God's humour fondly,
When bereaved beliefs linger my hands are tense,
A cross like a bright shining billboard enthrals my interest,
I swagger slightly my emotions counting change,
In my heart and in my mind but cross I am still cross with you,
Across the room I await implicating 'God where art thou?',
With no stir or any err for nothing less than you,
A light glimmers under the door and I am still blind,
Powerful deduction manifest doubts to your whereabouts,
And insignificant speckles of dust make me sniffle,
While I hesitate to breathe and not to sneeze,
My eyelids enclose in rapturous revivals of prose,
I stop my search to let in to my room a gentle breeze.
Absolutely beautiful!
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