David Lazar Poems

I love it when it rains
Each little droplet,
Makes it a change.
Distractive wind tries to sway it,
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How deserted lies the country,
Once so full of dynamic,
How like a widow is she now,
Who once was great among the world!
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The Sea in me, is alike in thou too.

Oh brimful ever is my compatriot lies,
Self-immolation was thy final choice.
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Bowed by my panic life to quietly sit,
By the side of an unsung work to me, compiled long ago.
Began to rejuvenate me like a liver.
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