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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