Woru Sulyman Poems

After a long day's work
Or a little frank talk
I hide my pain in poetry
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Can you be the eagle?
Soaring so high, wings wildly streched
And flight so flattering
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The great elephant forest is gone,
A nation of people now call it home.

The once famous sharpening stone still lives,
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Awoken in a silent town,
Filled with murmurs of market folks,
And sound of engines or bike-men's horn.
A town silent to glorious talks.
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Truly you are gone
Where to, no one knows
Though there are guesses people throws
But I bet you have skills to hone
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It is obvious that you really care,
And I don't mean to be a scare.
Please, love me another day.
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I tried my home
Only I was called to come
To stay and cease to be free
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The first day at her village
I saw a house of mud and rafter
Her home of ringing laughter
It was her happy cottage
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I saw a girl,
Eyes shinning as perfect pearls,
Lips as lush as a carpet strip,
Walk so daunting as one in clips,
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I saw it in the little barefooted girl
Dancing in the rain
I saw it in the tiny boy playing in the dumps
I saw it in the herd of beggers feasting on crumbs
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