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I am work of Art
Many walk this earth seeking purpose
Trying to make sense of who they are
The moment of my birth my purpose was revealed
Every bone that was broken
Every time the physician operated on me
Every moment away from my parents
Every exclamation and anguishes
He went thought the same thing on the cross
As God sheltered His Son
God sheltered me
I am made in splendour
I am purposefully and wonderfully made in God
When you look at a work of Art, many of times it makes no sense
But you are drawn to it; it makes you feel things you can’t explain
That is me
Writing By NJH
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.