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BENEATH THE BREATH
In the stars of the night
In the stillness of the universe,
In the daylight of the sun,
In the gentle tides of the ocean;
In the roaring sails of the seas,
In the rocking boat of the sea,
In the fresh breath of the gentle
breeze
breeze
In the beauty of the deep sky
blue,
blue,
In the shower of the rain
In the squeaky sound of the squirrel
In the whistle of the breeze
In the creation of all what God
made;
made;
In all this have found the peace
of my soul,
of my soul,
The stillness in the conflicting
battling of my deep scars,
battling of my deep scars,
The healing of a battled trouble
spirit!
spirit!
written by Adegun Wuraola
wuraolaolamide@gmail.com
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