there is a sadness that sweeps over me,
shakes me,
and makes me shade a little more faith
each time.
lives me a little more barren than before.
i feel denuded,by this passing tide.
i reach up to daubed skies.
a futile attempt to receive his touch.
my faith can no longer keep me
grounded,
as i lose more strength each time
that
seasonal tide sweeps over me.
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