Poetry

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Above these dark clouds
Numerous stars,countless
Wreathe these skies

Above our heads
Numerous riddles,countless
Shield our lives.

But a seed of life is a burning dream
That breaks in us hope filled smiles
Beyond this dark pall that shields the human eyes
And still will keep our feet firm
At pace with time on these never calm seas.

Thus, on every dusk
Gentle pats,warm hugs-
Tenderness of loved ones
We hold dear- shaping hope
Beyond the sting and smarts of our toils

And aching bones and sinews
In peace will rest
For the dream of tomorrow that never dies

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