solomon belay Poems

and so i left them all under the sun
waving for goodbye
the didn't know why
they did not know fly
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you are almost ready to fly and your wings
that you have imagined
are tied to steel with ropes
that you have imagined
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will you remember
when there is no of me to see
when you look at the rainy lights
that of the street
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The story of the people all of the people long long ago
The unoriginal tale as always it must go
Around and around and it never ends
The cruelty and the suffering remain unheard
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