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Human misery
I’m an abject, because the helmsman of our homeland says so,
while into turbulent waters he leads us
I’m wicked, because the helmsman of our homeland says so
and without hesitation makes the ship tumble
and with an uncertain course will capsize it
I’m a scoundrel, because the helmsman of our homeland says it
while behind an alibi he shields himself
and when the truth...
Tuesday 4th June 2019 7:05 pm
It’s sufficient
It’s sufficient to briefly touch silence to feel days of glory,
the eternal word of friendship,
the chimes of freedom
It’s sufficient to lean between blue seas
to perceive the sweet semblance of calm,
the lost and aged dreams,
the future that you can imagine,
the language of love and peace
It’s sufficient to forgive and the good is understood
© Noris Roberts - March, 2019
Sunday 24th March 2019 7:35 pm
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