from the past
he revisits.
not with a basket of fruits nor flowers
but just his sweet self
no never sour.
weird
how life can be twisted
but it's not awkward
its just rare and not normal
for those who are a coward.
don't judge the word coward
i'm just making it rhyme
though i literally mean THE word.
you knocked into our door
not to help or sell from door to door
God sent, maybe?
who knows and maybe it is.
utmost gratitude i have for you
for being there in my time of blue.
no words left remaining
i can only offer you these cheap words
and also for you i will never stop praying.
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