By: Fathers Beress T the second ChipukaSeas rage beyond the shore
Skies carry heavy clouds that seem so unsure.
Seagulls fly and cry in the sky with sounds so pure.
I wonder if the pouring rain will ever have a cure.
Or if the pouring rain will always be just pain.Humble soil drinks the cold rain.
That through pain trees and fruits may grow and put on a show .
That suffering may from its efforts refrain.
A faithful tree sticks to its roots.
and in return they drain the cold rain.
Soothing raindrops feed the dry places.
yet the flood kills feeble man.Deep blue abyss, your still waters run deep.
Live in time, though you do not live through time.
That the reality of all that is true,
Is that the earth cannot be the earth without you
So free and strong, living for so long, oh how i wish to be like you.
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Words From The Abyss.
Poetrya collection of grim poems by fathers Beress T. Chipuka