How strange that the Almighty achesHis invincible side woundedBy unrequited love and jealousyInjustice rejoiced in the darknessOf daylight perverted by prideYet the darkness trembledIts lack of comprehensionComing to an endIn the realizationOf having been overcomeBy a life laid down, willfully,That it might be taken again
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The Plants That We Let Grow
All good things must come to an endAnd of some we'll never speak"This too shall pass"And what we sow, we shall reap. Too soon, perhaps, for honestyI'm wordless if I must contain itTime has made me feralWe're at an impasse if I can't explain it A quarrel's abrupt resolution,My opposition now before the ThroneWe may … Continue reading The Plants That We Let Grow
Naomi M. Wong 