Alibo Terna Timothy Poems

Down the road- too many potholes
Too many dreams- fleet of a thousand echo'
Hope they get to fly
Hope they get to nest
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Down for the count
-with a eyes bloodshot
Trying to tower the hill top
Exigent circumstance trying to put me stop
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Not too dark to be joyful at cockrow
Even the strongest rain will bow
Stepped wrong brought me knee low
Got firm and strong by each blow
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My diamond in a rough
let me earn your shine
Peak your nature enough
My dolce design
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Brave my hills
peak my goals
bumps and thrills
dice and throws
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Say my prayers, roll the bones
Bruise feet, dashing on stones
Holding faith, but it is running low
I love to wraith, but the pace is slow
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Through the darkest of night
my thought a candle light
carving a blurry image
of how tomorrow be.
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