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Ashok

Unsteady

 

My balance had been poor for sometime

robbed me of equilibrium.

 

I ask you be here within calling distance

whether I call or not.

 

You think I am incapable of joy now

I am I assure you.

 

I still have blue sky days

I still have black night skies.

 

Fragrant flowers outside

and a loving God inside my heart.

 

I am still as I am

a beautiful light.

 

Waiting to taste the wine of my survival

where believing is knowing.

 

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