The soul is weary.
A tiredness felt deeply.
The heart battered, bruised.
Each beat painful to bear.
A strength flowing through.
Soul and heart connected.
A breath taken, then released.
The soul inhales the pain.
It won’t rest however weary.
Like a faithful servant,
never complaining, always ready.
The soul looks to God, trusting.
By C.E. Pereira
(20-2-2017)
I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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HoneyGwhiz 
There is comfort in this! Hope you are well! ❤
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Thank you for caring. Thank you for asking. God bless.
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Beautiful! 💖
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Thank you.
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Deep and insightful
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Thank you.
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