The graceful man (Free verse)

When he pulled me up
I met many blessing
From the cloundy nights
were slowly illuminating
While I saw the sun rose high
and showed color how he was painting
My hope began and gained inside
and his love had been loading
I couldn't counted how many of my sorrow
but when he called me back
my cold season had been changing

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