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How different prayers of then with prayers of now.

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From house to

another house,

I come asking

for the best

of homes.


The thought

of leaving 

You behind

in this world,

pains me.

So, I pray 

to meet You

in the next. 


Tired of being tired,

I hadn’t noticed

until I stopped. 


Far off shallow waters,

further banks of sand.

No fear of tempest storms,

we go in search of land.


King

A poem by Z.H aged 7.

Shaped words for the voice I know as my own. 


Quiet is not silent,

and paths were not

crossed vaguely.