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O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages!
When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be
I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires
The silence which speech may ardently love!
Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred,
Promoted thence to deck her mistress' head;
Next for some gracious service unexpress'd,
And from its wages only to be guess'd
Lily! lady of the garden!
Let me press my lip to thine!
Love must tell its story, Lily!
Listen thou to mine.
Round me now, beneath the weeping willow,
Night's refreshing breezes blow;
Anguish drove me from a sleepless pillow
Hours and hours ago.
Will you be there when I'm down,
And catch me when I fall?
Will you hold me when I need
To feel the warmth of your touch?
as an alone wanderer
He is always standing by me
When i am in trouble
Listens to the cry of my heart
A safe shelter, and like a medicine
That gay one who is the abode of virtue
Incessantly murmurs thy name,
On hearing a word of thee
His limbs are pervaded by a thrill,
What a fire burns on, O confidante,
What a fire it is!
My eyes are filled with tears, O confidante
What a fire burns in my heart!
Ah lady! ah lady! hear a word,
At length having seen (him) I have come again;
Looking, looking, (my) pain increased,
Whatever was done profited not.
Don't forbid confidante,
since I have welcomed him;
death I have surrendered to him
to take the pains of death.
Pour your heart out to me
Don't keep it bottled up inside
'Twill fester and will poison you
Until a part of you has died.
Day by day
Night by night
I find myself loving you more and more
Every song I sing,
On the way back home, they think of them,
They buy something for their valentines,
A cup cake and a cute bucket of ice cream,
Their Valentine like these items the most,
A crazy woman
With no other work
Daily sitting in front
Of my assembled PC
where we stand taller
than the island republic
White doves and stormy petrels
light upon the living room walls,
in robust compatibility,
teaching odd wedded rituals,
Winter has made its way
Through my hearth
There are glacial formations
Where once wheat of inseparable toil
Biruk sat on a stone soon after our arrival perusing village, we travelled by bus from Addis adults inside exchanging news, suddenly a splash of water on brother rose examined damage, Jiye hooted in laughter naughty boy unfettered by Biruk's distress, great grandma spoiled him gets away with any thing he's lively, barefoot wore shorts curly hair seemed shy at first just stared, at tender age my sole heir to what belongs to me declared adoringly, single mom such temper severe on firstborn often punished, outgrew boyhood became mom's confidante caring young man, confessed lovechild wild license to motherhood granted his presence, send son at my grad party I requested he represent whole clan, outstanding personality won him cherished status in family circles, those situations at different stages of life refined you for sure, easy to note you're in the driver's seat roll on do more be more
secured the job effortlessly landed on stairway to next level, sale entails huge cut inside pocket help out make it happen, no longer high schooler full fledged taxpayer cruising behind wheel, spread out fast paced environment lifestyle blueprint your own, independent decade freedom to explore opportunities endless exist, transition somersault like breathe analyze within sense of identity, past cargo overwhelm chin up reflect convert in to suit best, collectibles kaleidoscopic treasure each cover bills cautiously, breadwinner sole provider to self of course mask on first, step out of comfort zone stretch be enlightened from mistake, winning personality enterprising master art of listening, do not succumb to doubt face no stress confidante bloke, adult experience interaction heighten responsibilities second nature, everyone cheering you on lifetime learner find pearl in oyster
My second mother, my sister-in-law,
A guiding light in my life, without a flaw,
With a heart full of love, and a soul that's pure,
She's always been there, of that I'm sure.
You speak and I start listening with care;
Your speech brings to life the dead Corpses;
I'm trying not to think of gibberish things...
...when listening to your speech;
this new arrangement doesn't make sense for real, the constant coaches in my life out of sight every night, bad enough we attend different compound in the same school, home time in the car day done curiosity gone worn out, give me a break guys got to deal with my allergy oh bother, go ahead reveal store teach me more always listening boring, classmates novelty wore off already am the third musketeer, count me in best confidante even argument intriguing, watching cartoon feels lonely took up spelling willingly mind, on chairs much studying leaves no room for carefree fun, Saturday class for kindergarteners none am disappointed, but you're my brothers did remind mommy my mom, playing together once again semester break what luck, progress report active participant planning fun excursion important task
Isn't there bolo agility in thought and word, tell me
Is one safe under their ferd? tell me
I confided my confidante to recount my impasse to my beloved
First born ten big brother to those acting like twin, lording it over them sometimes playful friend to mom, serious scholar competitive high regard for education, still loves running throw in football as defender he claim, go on bath yourself magic number is finally here, critical sibling pointing out changes exaggeratedly, what a relief puberty knowledge squabble is over, hilarious to witness mother helpless responding embarrassedly, no worries though still influential team leader sons follow, birthday boy listens obeys rules acknowledges restrictions, often challenges tests authority to know what his confidante allow, curbs himself as an adult would diplomatic tactic he unleashes, fast learner competent reader fun lover nephew bright chap, blessed be your path filled with appetite for wisdom to grasp
Psychological violation is what am going through right now,
Like Cambridge Analytica phishing for my innermost desires,
My open area character flaws are being used to alter my composure,
I trusted a quack therapist with all my personal information,
57 years of a blissful life it has been
Fond memories galore
A myriad of experiences have gone by
Life has truly been beautiful!
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