Theo Williams Biography

Sounds of singing birds so early in the morn
Is a beauty in life that no one can adorn.

Soothing peace of waves gently caressing the sand
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The chirp of birds in the early morning
Bless my smiles with their innocent calling
I head outside with my blanket wrapped around
And lay there listening to this memorable sound.
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He sat there in the streaming light,
Silent, settled like the darkened night.
Rays channelled through the greys of ancient gloom,
Purifying his soul, natural hues of the moon.
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Imagine that there is no heaven
Above us only a sky
Imagine that there is no religion
To create controversy and lies.
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This sea of tears is a vast wasteland
That a maiden burdens with an imprinted hand
Creating swells and blustery typhoons
Breaking the core of the harvest moon
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