APO
No words could express and nothing to compare,
The Love you have for us.
The path you went through to raise us up.
Though the storms in your life,
You put 'us' first;
A Reassuring Presence.
The sacrifices you took for us,
beyond imagination.
No men could've walked the walk as You!
We are who we are today, because a strong man raised us.
Forever thankful, APO.

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MY RACE
You've run your race through;
The bad, the worse and even worst.
No one raced, as You've.
You were talked about-
Some good, some bad
Some best, some worst;
And still counting.
However the race twirl,
Note; You've never run your race
ALONE.
And you never will.
The GOD that directed your track,
will continue to.
You simply need to
TRUST IN HIM
And run your race.

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Dear Self,
Healing comes in waves.
On some days, you will drown,
Other days - float,
Some days - feel broken,
Other days - feel renewed.
The turns of waves are unstable.
So, gear up to surf the waves with
PATIENCE & ELEGANCE,
To Heal yourself.

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The wounds are often an outset into the Best and most Graceful part of us.

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Though You made me see troubles, many and bitter, You restore my life again. From the depths of the earth, You again brought me up. You increased my honor and comfort me once more.

Psalm - 71: 20-21

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Even Choices
Our problem is how we're going to expend,
Odd and Precious Life we've been given.
Even Choices;
Trying to look significant, contriving an illusion that we have control over situations and individuals.
The other, we taste life, delight in it and discover the verity about who we are!

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How considerable a picture in a Frame,
A reflection of specific moment.
Never write the entire story of life;
Rather a certain stay.
An awful picture; clicked it away,
Shouldn't hold back.
That specific moment - passes.
An exceptional picture; be acknowledged.
Sparkle where supposed to!


Elozuro Krii Chotso

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Treasure every moment in life, it will be an epic one day!

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When one Blessing is lost,
Another is added most unexpectedly in its place.

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BATTLING ECHOES

Memories clicked away as an endless war,
Battling words, echoes at the ears;
Creeping pain, floods out of eyes.
How could 'She' rest in Peace?
As 'Her' mind ravaged,
'Thine' or 'Her's', the wins and loses.
But what remain is;
'A Bleeding Heart and a Shattered Soul'.

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