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NO SURPRISE
My fate is not in your hand
GOD makes our fates alone
Our life are surely planned
GOD feeds the ant in the stone
World is certainly small
If compared to Galaxy as shown
Whoever believes is a giant
GOD to perish the giant alone
MY heart is calm and glad
Satisfied of what I own
Whatever you earn in the dark
SURELY you'll pay it at noon
Sunday 7th April 2019 9:51 pm
Laugh to Live.
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse.
...Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
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