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Amitie Abedi Poems
When I see people around Fighting and arguing for vile Things of the world, I just smile, Laugh till I lie down on the ground.
Power of love
The barrier of the distance Pushes me to be a deep dreamy, Thoughtful guy, friend of patience And mad of your sweet and creamy
A bright star
A bright star
Do not cry
When I would start my endless journey, To go where your goods and money Would not be needed any longer, honey And undecaying joy would water my steps
My dream when having a nap
My tiredness was so deep That I just had a good sleep In this sunny, hot evening In which I saw your nice lip
I am proposing
I AM PROPOSING Most men in our planet Dreams only how to get
Fruits of one tree
The colour of our skin, The skin that everyone Has outraged and exposed To winter, summer
Have you honestly ever gone Shopping and you do not know What to get, as everything is snow, I mean nice and neat? Have you done
I never ever since found One. My head turned around, But I never thought to give up Even when I am having my nap.
On the roof of the arc de triomphe, One of the most visited edifices In the world, the French's sacrifices And pride and Napoleon's triumph
I have visited many countries And regions around the planet Earth, where I have honestly met Every sort of nature, heard stories,
Love, a divine gift, is unknown destination, Exposed, honoured by a wedding, led by passion; Watered by undried and incredible fountain.
What they always say To the third world on their redios Is how each and every of their citizen Is as rich as Bill Gate and as intelligent,
Simply why 2
They always devilishly pretend, Oh they believe to be smart, to be Nicer than angels when they intend To sting furiously like an angry bee.
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When I see people around
Fighting and arguing for vile
Things of the world, I just smile,
Laugh till I lie down on the ground.
When I hear people crying
For useless things, I shake my head,
Blame that phi and pity one who's dying
Around the globe for water and bread
They haven't. As a wiser passenger
Who lives on earth for a short time,
As an obedient and clever stranger,
I would do my best to avoid crime
And sins. I would prepare to return
Where I came from, where I'd live
Forever. Hell's fire then wouldn't burn
Me. Steven Job ...