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On Faith Alone
While hidden deep from nature's wrath,
waiting in disguise
Below the ground a season born,
its birthright undenied
As winter trees now bare their souls,
whose limbs reach out in pain
Tomorrow the most promised wish
-till spring comes back again
(The New Room: February, 2021)
waiting in disguise
Below the ground a season born,
its birthright undenied
As winter trees now bare their souls,
whose limbs reach out in pain
Tomorrow the most promised wish
-till spring comes back again
(The New Room: February, 2021)
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On Faith Alone
On Faith Alone