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Facing Love
As I look into the stars,
I drift back in time.
I see my dreams and my fears,
Things that were never mine.
I cry out to the moon,
Thinking god might hear.
Lord whipe away these hurtful tears.
The next night as I go back to
The field of soft grass,
Laying there after along day has passed.
Remembering the pain I felt deep inside.
Wanting to run somewhere far away to hide.
Low and behold what did I see,
That pain inside has vanished from me.
A small sweet voice had whispered to me,
Always remember, that I love thee.
poem
by
Carlene Maddux
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