Faith

Faith short poem

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Have faith in your capability, you will see impossible turning into possible…

Have faith in your strength, you will find all weakness turning into strongness…

Have faith in your mind, you will see all unsolved puzzles turning into answers…

Have faith in your love, you will find all broken hearts turning into lively life…

Have faith in your god , you will see all sadness turning into happiness…

Just have faith in yourself, you will see every dream turning into reality…

Just have faith in yourself dear, why trust others more than yourself???

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myself DR SONIA BDS, MDS (ORAL PATHOLOGY) working as sr lecturer in a reputed dental college fond of writing, paintings, cooking, knitting, singing and desgining just a budding poetess got a collection of almost 100 poems wish to get a book published thanx to visit my profile...
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Preeti
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Faith is definitely the foundation of our dreams – their realization and the betterment of our lives! Beautifully written!

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