Gone the days of Christmas
And so as the old year
Which it left some scars
That it may not disappear
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Think of the Caribbean
On the cradle of a sand
By the subtle sunset
That used to be young
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Life is a balance of right and wrong,
In cyclical motions of ups and downs,
On the crooked road of bumps and turns,
To take which one shall our faith guide us strong.
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Fingers Danced on the keyboard
In rhythm and rhyme
Poetry in motion
"Lost in translation"
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Oh! Lonely
Butterfly
Come to my garden
This is your haven
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Like pieces of puzzle
Life fits where it belongs
Among the throng
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What is so golden when you are old?
Sitting silently in your own world,
For others to think what's in your mind
Each changing time, eyes yet appeared blind
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Living is a game
Whether whose side you're in
It's about winning
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Had I seen the sun today
Flourishing throughout the sky
Of such beauty it had brought
Or the love I never sought
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