When I stepped off any JetBlue flights
I always look forward in passing through customs
like a relief of fresh air, as I broad a taxi
and homeward to the hills,
Now it's like humiliations taking over one's pride:
#Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. #
The smell of the countryside fresh air,
The picturesque that blanket the countryside, (pleasing)
The welcoming of the breaded goats bleeping (Pleasing)
moves the little girl inside of this old gal.
These days it’s which hotel should I booked for my days stayed
in Quarantine, or which government facility will I be sent off too
Between a rock and a hard place,
I can’t stress hard enough about those Chinese.
Which make our Lebanese bombers looks like saints?
My fainted heart can’t stand this new normal:
The bleach rocks on the sands awaits my arrivals,
And I for one can’t wait to see this corvid19 as a historical memory
Too much emotional, overload for most of us.(including me) however,
being too hasty can also be deadly, or one would say
Don't be hasty to hug! That was never a problem for me
I never hug, anyone...
Keep your distance, I keep mines too
Poetry is also a distance, that why I love to compose..
Long enough have I dreamed of happiness,
Now I waited for news to strived for happiness once again
To dance from dusk to dawn, at Q in the community
To walked freely on the sandy shore,
Without restriction, of a mask bandit,
I am not a swimmer, but to feel the salted water on my ashy feet,
The midst of sea upon my breast, and my cheap weaved curled into locks
That when I know, I am home again, upon that hill (Prout hill)
Where the neighbors' gossips, and tambourine echoes in the village church
On Sundays.
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
When I stepped off any JetBlue flights
I always look forward in passing through customs
like a relief of fresh air, as I broad a taxi
and homeward to the hills,
Now it's like humiliations taking over one's pride:
#Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall. #
The smell of the countryside fresh air,
The picturesque that blanket the countryside, (pleasing)
The welcoming of the breaded goats bleeping (Pleasing)
moves the little girl inside of this old gal.
These days it’s which hotel should I booked for my days stayed
in Quarantine, or which government facility will I be sent off too
Between a rock and a hard place,
I can’t stress hard enough about those Chinese.
Which make our Lebanese bombers looks like saints?
My fainted heart can’t stand this new normal:
The bleach rocks on the sands awaits my arrivals,
And I for one can’t wait to see this corvid19 as a historical memory
Too much emotional, overload for most of us.(including me) however,
being too hasty can also be deadly, or one would say
Don't be hasty to hug! That was never a problem for me
I never hug, anyone...
Keep your distance, I keep mines too
Poetry is also a distance, that why I love to compose..
Long enough have I dreamed of happiness,
Now I waited for news to strived for happiness once again
To dance from dusk to dawn, at Q in the community
To walked freely on the sandy shore,
Without restriction, of a mask bandit,
I am not a swimmer, but to feel the salted water on my ashy feet,
The midst of sea upon my breast, and my cheap weaved curled into locks
That when I know, I am home again, upon that hill (Prout hill)
Where the neighbors' gossips, and tambourine echoes in the village church
On Sundays.
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