COUNTING THE DAYS
By Masita Arianti
Counting the days that have god Lend
Breathing air that has a present god
MY Holy felt the touch of the angels
Enjoy the beauty of the air that every morning my breathe
God
thanks for my Mama
Thanks for daddy
on my best friend
And My Breath
You give day just counted on the fingers
If we think it's a thing Brief
It's foolish to just wasted
I bow down and pray to you ...
A bunch of my word that you hear.
I said a prayer for you to grant
A tear that you feel sorry
A prostration of gratitude if you Give
Thanks God, For all your Love of Me
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Counting The Days
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