Valsa George Memory Poems

The dawn broke, tearing the dark shroud of gloom,
And lights turned on to greet another day,
Life taking its new course all around,
but in this room, life coming to an end!
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Standing before this old dilapidated house
Memories leap out from the moss grown crevices of my mind
Like snakes uncoiling, rather like bees swarming
Fragmented, scented and sour!
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HERITAGE

A sapling planted long, long ago
That eventually grew and branched into a tree
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