pere isaac afezu

It was the cool of the year
Every single day has calm sun
The gentle breeze swayed the branches
And comes the thought of an ending passage
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On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
How else can I be sorry?
That we had that fight
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The trees have gone sour
The man has run mad
The king has lost power
The flag is now sad
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Before this Africa
The confused fertile cry of
A fertile mother pleaded the
Habits of a familiar visitor
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Should the bowels of the earth
Bring forth golden stream
And to fishes a new birth
And the hawks afraid to scream
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Consequence of the season
Hath deprived thee thy extravagance
And made you frozen
To doubt your stance
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Again shall the yearnings begin
For your blurred grace or disgrace
Now our deeds are a sin
We beg for a new face
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It is night, and the moon
Shone on my window with its
Silver cloth. My mind race
Back to then when we were
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The temptation from the sea
Swallowed ignorance
The temptation from the forest
Swallowed quest for balance
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When it is dawn
And frogs spawn
Life is again born
But the snakes are to scorn
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Another cycle to complete
The earth’s obligation to meet
The insides wait upon the breath
To conquer the dying year
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