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Sep 2018
Finally The Fires Spent,
The Embers Darken Into Ash,
Hints Of Smoke Left In The Sky,
The Woodland Creatures Begin To Rise.

Finally The Rain Has Run,
Watering Crops For The Sun,
The Grain For Harvest In Due Time,
To Feed The Thousands For Their Climb.

Dawn Is Dawning On A New Day,
Mothers Fawning Over Babes,
Birds All Chirping In The Trees,
Dark To Light Across The Seas.

The Sun Is Climbing Up The Sky,
Wings Are Dry & We Can Fly,
The Rain Has Passed The Fires Spent,
The Work Continues We Don't Relent.
Harry Roberts - The Work © 16/09/18
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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