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Romans 12: 2
My young subtle mind
bent by the worldly wind...
almost rented, almost kissing the ground -
as weak as it had been,
is now stretched out towards the heavens.
No wind, no matter how strong...
nor storm can ever bend
my mind again.
26November2011
Batac
poem
by
Jessel Jane Tevar
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