Twenty-seventh-The Day

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The day

A hope was made to come true
Was a day none knew
When time brings reality with you
Beauty, only to few
When promises will undo
A journey to begin
No clue of where to
Where happiness will be free of sin
And life won't fear to stay
In a true enchantment
Was reality's own way
You to change was sent
Through God who made you mine
From the day you were to rise
Till when the people will whine
About your taught, to be wise
The day when our eyes will meet
What was blinded till then
We'll ignore the scorching heat
Which never knew to come out when
A day when life will speak it's purpose

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