julius lenjatin Poems

Story teller:

just hours after being hired
He got fired
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It is love and not money
The sweeter than honey
It is love and not color
Not cloth made by a tailor
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It is time to be free

To explore the land and the seas
To fly willingly and freely like a bee
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World cities and world beauties
World beauties in the world cities
In the universe are billions of stars
Every unique and different like planet mars
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The skirt,
the sacrificial lamb
edified and used
as the true road
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On daylight I meditate like a monk
Calmly on my holy chosen verse
And nothing in the universe
Seems able to make me go astray
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Love is likeness of that precious stone gold
So precious that it is hard to get it and hold

With the many girls my sweet girl I have met
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Tears of sorrow poured profusely down their cheeks
Holy hymns were lost and dirges were heard for weeks
Peace escaped and hatred made its home
Forcibly in the valley for many to mourn
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Amazing was the tailor who made my tie
But though Stella is shy
She claims to have a more powerful one
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Under the cover of darkness
Consumed by desire and madness
In that irresistible desire
Soul under fire
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