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Grace Of God…

By the grace of God
Geared for the new
This mist will clear,
And will have no doubts.
It is my faith and hope,
That the sun will come out.
Good days are going to be here…
The rays of the sun,
Will one day whisper in my ears.
Yesterday is nothing,
But a forgotten dream.
Life will be refreshed,
With hopes my eyes will gleam…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag