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Trees Mystery
I look into myself,
Of emptiness I could see,
Great asset of waste,
But I bless the creator of trees,
Else,
My Inner strength,
Can't easily be seen by the metric,
An inherent asset in great lengths,
To learn and improve to not become dyslexic.
My name is blind,
if not the trees.
The diasporas of men,
written in it
oh! blinded men,
who climb the trees,
not knowing one day,
men will learn of you from it.
ABBA,
thou shall not despise me
for this mystery of trees
when You call me,
Home to Rest
this trees shall bear my account.
#Trees mystery
#Abrahamokwa
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Of emptiness I could see,
Great asset of waste,
But I bless the creator of trees,
Else,
My Inner strength,
Can't easily be seen by the metric,
An inherent asset in great lengths,
To learn and improve to not become dyslexic.
My name is blind,
if not the trees.
The diasporas of men,
written in it
oh! blinded men,
who climb the trees,
not knowing one day,
men will learn of you from it.
ABBA,
thou shall not despise me
for this mystery of trees
when You call me,
Home to Rest
this trees shall bear my account.
#Trees mystery
#Abrahamokwa
© All Rights Reserved
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