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Faith Poem (Free verse) by jess33
My friends are true
believers.
So am I,
but I don't sing God songs
all the time.
They are a group of
Faith.
It moves me,
but I am aware.
Such little hardship written
on our brows in wrinkles.
We are young,
and someday will move
through depths of pain.
Then I wonder
where they will go.
I hope it is the same place
they are right now.
It never fails;
they think to save me.
I smile.
There was a time
when I was always
saving them.
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