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In Solitude
I watch the sun drifting away,
Like a friend bidding goodbye,
On a chair where grandpa used to sit
That’s as old as his legs then to rock.
Then I waited for the moon to peek
Through the woods along the creek,
But the night went quickly deep
That sends me back to sleep.
As clear as the sun’s daylight,
I saw my youth in alluring sight,
My arms were my wings to soar
In mountains and seas, I explored.
But in the sphere of total darkness,
On a beehive-like the bully hides
That smiles akin to a toothless monster,
There! I fought like my father’s rooster.
Now, thinking back in time
The world when all was mine,
Under the tree where I used to play,
Or grandma weaving a basket tray,
I watch the sun rises up high,
Like a friend with me from the sky.
poem
by
Efren Petalver Carranza
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