brako the poet Poems

In silence did he work like the weaver bird
Anger sang in his little head
Cus hatred was forgotten in the days of old
Long forgotten before stories were been told
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Sometimes I cry when ever the Sunshine's.

Sometimes I laugh when ever its dark.
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It is just a one sided story
The feeling of only joy no worry
Her smiles brightened mine
It all begun with a final sign
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