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Please, my Lord, Have mercy on me
I pray day and night to you
Please, my sweet Lord
give me a sign
of your forgiveness
Maybe a dream
or a flash of lightning across the sky
whatever will be
and I accept your will
Fly away
My love
On the wings of a child
Soar in the clouds
On the wings of a dove
Let neither
Stones of strife
Or chains of agony
Bind you to the Earth
And with a keen knife
Cut away the web
That ties you from your worth
Though time has built
an
endless warp
of
suffering and pain
the
ancient dust of Africa
is
breaking down the chain
can you hear
the
winds of change
shifting
through the brain
the
ancient dust of Africa
makes
diamonds
in
the
falling
rain
a message of hope to all parents
Of
the
Third world child

Like periwinkle blooms
Bright and upright
Glossy white
Anew the day
Happy New Year
Love and peace

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A man commits suicide
shooting a bullet through his head,
containing a seed from the tree of life
Good poems are like winter

When the fierce wind
Strips trees to X-rays
Nailed to the blinding blue

When the rain scoured air
Cleansed and clear
Pared down to Nothing
Reveals everything

When world, warmth-stripped
Left uncaring, cold
Shakes us awake
From our ambiguous dreams

Good poems are like winter
Much gone, little left
But those few remnants scream
With such blood curdling power
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