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Jan 2013

All the way through
Hands of the daytime wind
Nurture the olive leaves;
Tenderly did push,
Surrounding the village
Landscapes stretched out,
Herd of Sheep on the hillside lay
Whiter than snowfall;
Shepherds close watch them,
Rain showers come and go
Then from the blissful sky
Angels come down to the valleys,
Singing their songs of ecstasy,

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By Williamsji Maveli

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Poetry dates all the way back to the beginnings of Humanity. People have always been questioning nature, and the day-to-day existence of themselves and other humans love, death, survival, war, injustice, and the universe are all examples of things that have been questioned by men and woman since the roots of human existence. Whether in nursery rhyme, ballad, jingle, rhyme, anthem, or music,people have found poetry to be an outlet for expressing these questions, sensations, and experiences
People often associate it with strict rhyming patterns, complicated vocabulary, hidden iconic meanings, and difficult rhythmical conventions. Poetry is even taught in school to be an intricate, complicated, inexplicable puzzle. True, poetry is difficult. Sure, it can be harder to understand
than prose. However, that is only because sometimes it is involved with your inescapable complexities and uncertainties of your existence.

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Williamsji Maveli
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Williamsji Maveli  Angamaly, Ernakulam
(Angamaly, Ernakulam)   
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