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Day 134 in 2017

“Listen to me,”

Said the little girl, in confidence.

“I have a voice; 

It might be tiny, but never insignificant.

It’s the voice of hope, wrapped in faith,

Believing it shall make a difference,

For the sake of my fellow beings, 

Now and in the years to come.”

She lifted her hand, 

And raised her voice again, 

In determination, 

“Listen to my voice!”  

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Day 127 in 2017

Five cars in a row and an umbrella 

Parked under the bombarding rain.

And I’m still waiting up here, selah

Everything gives way for the thunder and the rain, 

To scream and shout like an emotional fella,

Spluttering his heart out in vain, 

As none of us understand but thinking he needs a selah

To calm himself down like a peaceful terrain. 

O rain, when are you going to selah?
Five cars, an umbrella, and me still listen to you in uncertain. 

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Day 125 in 2017

Walk the night away, 

After the rain has stopped dancing,

Along the watery pathway. 

Tell me the story worth revealing, 

The truth about the passing day.

About what love has been growing, 

In your brightly blue sky. 

Has it grown teardrop out of striving? 

Or sweat for the lack of supply? 

Tell me about what the sun has been hearing, 

From the chatterbox birds that fly,

Over the land that has been dreaming, 

Of the warmth of May. 

Tell me more as I am listening, 

Tell me more, you shan’t be shy.