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Living in a new world is a dream come true.
The bad we have been through is now thing of the past.
High death rates, lockdowns are things of the past.
Living in a new world is a dream come true.
Living in a new world is a dream come true.
Tears of *** and AIDS are now things of the past.
Tears of coronavirus are now things of the past.
Living in a new world is a dream come true.

New world, new world you are welcome.
Heavenly father is this our new world?
Heavenly father thanks for this new world.
Thank you lord, new world you are welcome.
Heavenly father is this our new world?
Heavenly father thanks for this new world.

Written By: The Senior Date:22/05/2020
-New Hope Appetizer
 Jun 2020
Lyn-Purcell
Bells sing at death's dance
Cloak of galaxies vapors
A scythe of petals
Just a short haiku I wrote based on a dream I had
of a sword with charms and bells.
Tommorow, I'll be dropping a third letter of my six part letter series!
It was so sad for me to write, but it will add another layer to the growing story
Heres a link to the three that I have written already:
The Screen [Intro]: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2667918/the-screen/
Meihua's Message: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2681085/meihuas-message/
Yuyan's Message: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3919420/yuyans-message/
 Jun 2020
Lyn-Purcell

Papers on my desk
Pondering on past mistakes
White dreams turn into dust


Based on a lucid dream I had of being in a cottage somewhere.
I'm alone and in my writing room just lost in thought.
I have a few more heavy poems coming out today!
I hope y'all will enjoy them!
Be back soon with more
Much love,
Lyn
You forget there's a sky above
Birds don't chirp trees are few
Gone is the hamlet that shaped your love
For a blade of grass cries the morn dew.

Mesh of wires runs over the sky
Air is thick with the reek of petrol
Scare you the trucks heavily passing by
Dazedly you search for the village of the ole.

Here was the home your soul's green abode
Where winter was cold March sprightly Spring
Your feet ran the soil not dusty metaled road
Dreams soared high on boundless wide wing.

Now all around are the townsfolk on race
Ruthless pace crushing ole hamlet's peace
But so is fated by the wheels of progress
That shows the gain more than all that you miss.
Deep in the creek
where speckled light kisses the saline shore
and mud hole bubbles leave crab trails
I knock upon her door.

She opens with a whisper on her skin
licks my **** with her southern tongue
winds rise the dusts within
the mangrove falls quiet to her moaning song.
 Jun 2020
Frank Russell
These tears are
because I know
you'll make it


- fr
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