Valsa George Poems

The sound of wedding bells, I hear
My daughter’s maiden flight, so near
Festive celebrations, in full gear
And nuptial gaiety, so much in the air
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Life, here hangs on a filmy thread of hope
Unskilled acrobats, making tight rope walks
With the deep chasm gaping below
Some too fatigued to feel the stress,
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I had fallen in love with her at first sight
A six year old with eyes wet with dewy tears
Her slight brown hair was tied at the back into a ponytail
On her face was the pain of desertion
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As the sun moves to the western horizon
Colours are skilfully blended in a palette
In an instant the sky becomes an exquisite canvas of art
Making even Van Gogh burn in jealousy
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I hear the wind howling
I see the trees shuddering
I watch the birds fleeing
I notice the sky darkening
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A dark figure emerged from the hide,
Like a meteor, so suddenly appeared.
Jostling the crowd, he rushed forward,
None could check his reckless move.
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Gestating me, what all strange thoughts
Coursed through my mother's mind, I wonder!
Did she gleefully welcome the news?
Or respond to it in violent shock?
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You don’t have to pitch a tent
Nor build a house to stay
When thousands wander weary and vexed
Without a home or place to rest,
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Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark
Who among the fleecy clouds, like a tiny speck
Remains hidden, drowning the air with music sweet
Rising higher and darting up with movements quick and slick
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After church service, a boy ran to the pastor
Telling him with a kind gesture
“When I become an adult
For you, some money I’ll donate
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