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I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Wednesday, 5 November 2025

Gift

 Every day is a gift we  live.

Our lives hollow coffers
Holding  these gifts.
Some large , some small,
But blessed we are all.


When  our coffers are  to the brim,
And no more gifts can we receive ,
Then full our lives shall be 
With all the blessings  received .


So let us    enjoy the gifts of life
And, give what is ours to  give.
Whether  we shall be or not be
Let it be the Almighty's worry .

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