Maymay Marie

One day as I sat in a hill looking the plain below,
I noted folks with different talks roaming around,
They were looking at what their eyes can fathom,
To fill their laughs and be satisfied.
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As I walked through the summit
I noticed along the corridor the new wit
Of a breeze light in a distance that hopped
In the entire ground palace, it smiled not in wrapped.
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When my mind is surrounded by unpleasant smells and sights,
I may run away and in chaos scene I trap to reply the calls,
Or I may choose to pray inwardly, calling God to be my Protector in towering debts and needs,
Slowly, my pace began to alter in a placidly mode and boldness stature sails.
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O, Lord, as I look at widely to the enormous beauty,
You created artistically and diligently,
I thank You for another day, breath, and eyes to see the earth movements,
I know You have Your purpose for everything that comes.
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One dreary day, when the mountain was too high,
And knees too heavy to stretch towards the sky,
Birds, suddenly, came into view with merry songs,
The cool breeze hugged the weary smile.
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When a young age came,
Terrible tempest waves and storms sailed,
Roaming in different directions,
A constant boat made them moved.
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There is a working bee in the middle of the garden,
Quietly tending the enormous and varieties greenery green,
Watching and watering them imbued by the vigor within,
Though queue surrounds, yet the heart and mind sing hymn.
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I was called to attend,
The last one led by the Legend,
I was in doubt to do it,
Yet the love made me went.
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I walked one day with no cents held,
Everything seemed empty nothing to use,
Then, all of a sudden in one touch,
The paper white had a bill.
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Folks listened as he talked genteelly,
His voice was an opera to deal,
His stature made everyone applauded,
Blended with refining words quote.
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A soft-spoken voice was a song,
That filled in the ceiling to the floor,
In a grandeur hall,
The haven of language throne.
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The magistrate made a serious and wit entrances,
Wearing his Robust, Artistic, and Magisterial stature,
In the first graded meeting,
He wore the crown pen and the probe scepter.
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Her smiles were the signaled to a joke and a serious talk,
She was the hero of the ink structure before we followed,
A reminder to walk straight in the dim light pages,
The ivory to play in the music folks sang.
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Folks were in a merriment mood,
Busied laughter and things assembled,
Boxes of different colors handed to one another,
Mantra phrases exclaimed to the uttermost.
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The luxury of artistic creation was given,
The pursuit of happiness, the anthem of love beads,
Inextricably adorn in a whirlwind of redo,
Love was the epitome of vines to crawl in the heart.
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Tomorrow was the day in the clan recorded,
To highlight the specialty, the clan owned,
In voice, songs played in bend, sweet messages told,
That a crown before the folks must wear.
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There is a queen in the palace,
sitting while reading, and studying while talking,
Wear a cape of characters needed for the kingdom,
Everyone is amazed at how she walks humbly in place.
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I woke up very early from asleep,
That lingered my deepest thoughts on how things went,
Preparations were done, to get ready to face the show,
To bring the crowns in the head.
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In the distance the white shadows covered,
Greeted the sun, mountains, the enormous bound,
Nearer the window another white flower greeted,
Smiles toward the sun and the window still.
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The nod was made,
To the walk and jog needs,
To form a robust structure,
It may be a bit as of the moment.
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