kneeling on wet grass
sharp raindrops and fast tears
running down my cheeks holding my muddy hands close to me
head tilted to meet the sky painted with angry clouds
and wondering if God will answer
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mind over matter
Poetrya collection of poems about ideas and people and feelings that never leave my mind
