Street sight is long,
Run by the forlorn.
A cloud settling across,
Street mastered by a turn, as ghosts come and go.
Darkness one thinks she sees.
Ghosts flashing across trees, deafening cries of the lost souls from purgatory,
Lingering in her mind the fraternity,
Their callings exciting the moon
And along comes the white and spot of lunar light and valleys of doom,
There she finds rambling, the day languishing, but not in the heart of someone lying down.
Curious she bent Surprised to find one who rose to meet her, with a crown.
The light brighter than before. Enlightened, wonder-awed, by the face,
She fell into the calm, the breeze behind.
And saw the street unlike before.
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Peter Veugelaers played cricket at one stage for reps and first eleven and was very well regarded as a performer, his best bowling figures were taking six wickets for four runs. In 1989, he took up a writing course and asked what he would do with writing. He said he wanted to help people as best he could. In 1990, he made the life changing decision to follow his instincts to do Christian work because of his newfound faith in Christ. In 1996 he started writing for Giveway magazine as a Christian film reviewer. In 2000, he started to write for the faith-based Challenge Weekly as an article writer while finding more outlets for film reviewing and articles. In 2017, he unofficially retired from writing for publishers in those forms and went blogging. He writes poetry, fiction, aims to publish new articles about various things or post them on his blog, pens devotions, reads every day, and watches cricket when he can. He has recently published a blog that will review films again.
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