By Dr Marilyn Bouniu
The plans
Were too rushed
The words
Were too harsh
The hurt
Was too deep
The nights
Without sleep
The winds
Were too strong
The days
Were too long
The rain
Was too much
The pain
Was too great
The sun
Was too hot
The Son
Then you sought
His Hand
Took the steer
All then
Became clear
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