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Monday Afternoon

Writing my poems, sitting alone On a bench chair by the lawn Under the shade of Melina tree While my thoughts are running free From the north, the wind is blowing While on its field, my thought is plowing The sun smiled suddenly The leaves swayed beautifully Stack of dead weeds on the ground On front, back and all around On nearby street, cars are running Sometimes rogue riders are passing But what they do, I don't care I only care for what I dare For once I was a dead weed But thank Lord, I feel I'm freed August 21, 2023 Made under the shade of a Melina tree on the wooden bench chair by the backyard while drinking my herbal medicine

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