A Right Turn.

A Right Turn.

A right turn,

Led to prosperity.

Led to happiness,

And it shred hypocrisy.

A right turn,

Was multitudinal,

Was full of fame,

As the right turn,

Took an about turn,

It stopped infront of dame.

She asked for help,

And was given at once,

OH! The dame was a beauty,

Who wrote nothing but much.

She wrote about the hills, the mountains,

The food,the cheese,

And about her two little children,

Who would often miss school,

To play around the sheep,

Who were their friends.

Adios!

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A Soul.

A soul said to me,

The sun is blue,

And the moon is red.

Keep the sky in the drawer,

And say the rest.

Keep on playing.

The harmonica,

The beautician’s magic.

I am the one behind the curtains,

Let the colours finish.

I said-“What are you saying?”

He said-“I didn’t say anything.

It was the saying of the truth.” 

Who knows?

Adios!

Expressed.

Expressed.

Expressed a desire to write a story,

It went around the mind and away from the crest.

And like flying bird,

I did the rest.

I expressed a desire,

To be in the music,

And write a new song.

I expressed a desire,

To say the truth,

And to be in the new light.

I expressed a desire,

To meet with the Lord the father,

The Preserver of all,

But I found that I had met him much before.

I expressed a desire,

To be desireless,

And found that it was all.

Adios!