Shally Samuel Poems

Alas! ! !
Your fruits bewitch the flawless soul
Your frame restrains the royal one.
Where are you from my humble giraffe?
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The journey, so short, so long it was that metamorphosed me, like the butterfly I am.
The run, so long, too long, I died each moment, gazing at the endless skies, captured in sleepless dreams of hope I might turn to that Dove..

I ran, we ran away from the short journey that changed our world.
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