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The Labours of Today

The labors of today We till the land Hope at hand It will rain After lots of pain We gather our harvests in barns Hoping tomorrow will come We say…
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If tomorrow will come

If tomorrow will come So we welcome We the youth For it is our time, yet to come The promise is rife That in our hands lie our lives So…
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Sometimes

Sometimes I catch myself, saying her name. I like its texture on my lips Sometimes tenuous But still tangible To give substance to my thoughts I say it slowly, Several…