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JULY CLOUDS: DAY 5 POET WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, BURN ALL MY FEARS

JULY CLOUDS: DAY 5 POET WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, BURN ALL MY FEARS

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Roar through my essence,

Burn all my fears to crisp,

Ignite your sparks at red star,

Let serpent spatter in my wet valleys,

My pathways lead to heaven,

Dance away to death with evil,

Pour fire drops into my soul holes.

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Poet Williamsji Maveli

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Tony Taylor

Wow Mr. M!!!!.....the phrasing is VERY memorable here........ that final line ~ " Pour fire drops into my soul holes.." is fantastic........... well done my brother!!............ smiles.........T xo

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Hi Tony Taylor,

Many thanks for your liking of the last line, in every poem, the last line will have to place a double role, 

Love and Hugs

Willy

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Hi Cherie,

Every one seems to be too busy in life, but what is the meaning of it, hence, I am trying to make my poems within the the themes of a last line, or final verdict, same like our own life

Love & Hugs

Willy

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