WILLIAMSJI WRITES, CELESTIAL BLESSINGS

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Old lovers of the times of yore,
Let me carve up in story of bore,
Though you never exist no more,
At this  time of you to carry fore,
You twinkle; abruptly to declare,
Your smirk, empathy swing to flare,
Held in bright misty dawn olive tree,
You turn around to breathe in free,
 Looking down to see a slim body,
 Certainly not yours, my dear buddy,
You push your shoulders back, hold
 your head up high, and walk in bold
 Never to take away life, offer a love,
Celestial blessings pour from above.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI