Ratique MSY Poems

In the darkness of the night,
I see the stars twinkling so bright,
Oh! I wish I could be one
But, my work on this earth is still undone.
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When life becomes prosaic
And everything personifies gloom,
When small thorns appear as maladies
And big walls as catastrophies.
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My life’s been blown apart
With smithreens strewn all over
I don’t know if I can hold on
To this dream forever.
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