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what we don't know


the heavens and earth 

the creation of dust and dirt that constructed our bones is no accident

How would I know?

Blue birds roam wild and free removing my eyes from the screen.

Their vibrant color is what makes them unique

we were meant to stand out in our own peculiarity 

How else will people be able to see?

The keys of the piano are foreign to me but heaven is in awe-

it's just the maker of the universe and me

An elderly couple hold each other in public at the pool

as friends pray for each other privately in the secret room

No, creation of mankind is no accident

Find how you shine and you'll see it too

 

 

 

 

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