Inflamed by racing canopy
of life's plenty stroke
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I just wonder how the clouds draw things
Of vintages from what is in the heavens;
Those clouds inspire me to write poetry:
Great shoreline images, what an artist you are to be!
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(A poem dedicated to a fallen hero, PFC Edel Llamas PA)
As the clouds clear up the sky, we travel,
No willing soul would've dared a rumble;
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So dark is the world, light is abomination
Cleave hard to a rock, forget imagination
Walk in faith don’t slumber, slide comprehension
You’ll see angels whine, sparkles like circled clime.
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Beyond every canopy of darkness
At every pace of insurmountable pain;
Dodging at even culpable twiddle
Towards a sunlit beam at a window:
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Love is the gift within a heart
that frills the unwanted be wanted;
It is neither a sacrifice
nor a blessing
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As we drove way to the market place,
a great number of buyers and vendors
offered, counter-offered their goods
in a row: It was the site of
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I could not see how the old
die younger for reasons deprive it;
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The prized pendulum swing like
fair-cornered wings of the wind;
Penitent and perfidiously switching
in the querulous graves-
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