Terminate

I have weight on, due to a moan
Those who labour under, Striving hope

Citizen breathes with recluse
See the country's ruller, gone to be rebel
Wondering those, illusion ail
The country gone to be breakage 

Seek the history, we made it fiction 
Whither see the route you are, trying to fly sole.

Union wons, being a garland 
Accept those man, shares drawn the ail
Explorer are unknown, about the sage
Lash out the raze, agent of rebel

Be a union of garland 
Let on, make of, right drawn
Recourse the grief, for an expect
To make regin drawn, with an terminate.....

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/8/2024 10:04:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.