Samaja
Samaja
Complicated matters
Sore behind the sack Shadows
Chronic enabler
Breached philosopher screaming to the handlers
What my problem is I cannot forgive
But only forget all the tragic happenings
And irony unless it takes some time to heal
And never less I shall regressed and to myself selflessness
And as I Ponder close to wonder I will convey my settlements
And think bout how I feel, for real
Samaja
Wonderful leap year Vision obscure by the pestilence
Insured semantic beautiful and I are wonders of wonders
By far you are mine to adore
And what is the problem and can we solve them
All I know is that we ought to be brought up to 7 * 70
You are envisioned and for all the world's fault man's divisions
As I think about it you are forgiven
You are one of a kind my peace of mind
my fruit of the Vine can hardly wait to call you forevermore you are
Samaja
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
From forth coming anthology "Samaja"
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