isabirye shadrac Poems

Oh, my lovely flower, so gentle, so fair, Whispering secrets to the sunlit air. Petals soft as a morning's hue, Blushing in shades of crimson and blue.

Your fragrance dances in twilight's glow, A melody sweet, only hearts can know. With every breeze, your grace does sway, A silent waltz in the light of day.
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It's the day after today,
bringing hopes around the world.
Young or old
all in the same comedy.
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The river that quenches thirst
also carves canyons that divide.
A sword's blade defends,
but its sharp edge draws blood
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