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Maureen Alikor: Smile that conquers the storm


Many days and nights I have wondered how you conquered the storm,
And the reason why you glow so bright and mask the shine of the sun,
Under the troubadour you traversed cause your heart is full of beauty and love,
Reminding us that we reshape and reconstruct our story not our scars,
Every passing moment and changing phases of life, may you be a beacon of hope,,
Effervescent, extraordinary, priceless, valuable, bold and beautiful like fine pottery
Nurtured, natured, creatively shaped and designed by a masterful artistry.



 A life without you being present would have caused a ripple and cataclysmic rumble,
Like a Tsunami, there would have been a great wave of violent tremor and disaster,
Indefatigable, irreplaceable and unfathomable is your worth to this existence,
Knocking down doors and conquering territories, breaking forth with a spring in your step,
Oh, I pray your life endlessness; of peace, joy, happiness and longevity of life,
Realizing that your vision and purpose is to revitalize the drowning soul as a shining star.

Happy birthday Maureen Alikor; The beautiful and trailblazing you blessed with a smile that conquers the storm.

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Maureen Alikor said…
Thank you for taking out time to celebrate me and for penning such words to honour me a mere mortal.

In my life, every positive fruit and result you see is the handwork of God. He had been a true Father and a true King who reigns. My entire life is dedicated to birthing fruits that represent God's kingdom.
15 February 2019 at 13:51
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