JUST POETRY VII

POEM 20

A tranquil, bucolic little town

Becomes beyond belief at sundown

The crimson sky highlights the beauty

The fishing boats on the rolling sea

This my home, my destiny

Take me back to my little town

POEM 21

Loneliness can be freedom, embrace it

It is not a curse, celebrate it

Allow yourself to stop the orbit

Be the harbinger of abundant truth

To deny it would be uncouth

Bring life to that which is youth

Be in solitude with your best friend

Allow your spirit to ascend

Let the tranquil mirth never end

POEM 22

Hand in hand we stood facing the wind

Many obstacles came before us

Hand in hand we stood facing the wind

Each day our differences clashed and battled

Hand in hand we stood facing the wind

Heartache and tragedy befell us

Hand in hand we stood facing the wind

Problems were addressed and conquered

The sun burst forth each new day

Life evolved into exceptional joy

Hand in hand we conquered the wind

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