Suzon Albert

My eyes are simple
It only sees the beauty
The curves of Mountains
The splashes of the breeze
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A stone thrown in a pond,
sets ripples out far beyond.
the water churns and swirls around,
a magical movement, has been found,
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As the moon ready to pass the baton
And sun is ready to rise again
The birds clear feathers
The bees ready with buzzers
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melts within body
a silence after thunder
the wounds on my soul
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My lips are sealed, I cannot speak
for the enemy has made me weak
entered through my eyes, reached my heart
and now rules my brain, tearing me apart
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Sky clear, leaves dancing
No dews on tin roof either
The weather is thether
Feathers are clear to fly
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Life
A mirage
Is worth living.
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There once was a man called Liam.
He said, 'See the science museum! '
It was rather will,
But not very ill will,
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I give heart and soul to poetry,
each verse an expression of my identity,
words flowing freely, a symphony,
elevating my spirit, a feeling so heavenly.
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Bring back those golden days of yore
when simple joys brought us much more
when laughter flowed and tears were few
and skies were painted in azure hue
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