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 Strawberry Moon at Forty-Four Beneath Tzaneen’s velvet sky, a glow, The Strawberry Moon weeps, soft and low. In ‘81, my star was sown, Tonight, its light and loss are known. Full and fleeting, it carves the night, A fleeting orb of rose-gold light. Its beauty aches, a tender wound, The tragedy of a moment’s swoon. Each year turns, like tides that pull, The heart of ‘81, both fierce and full. This moon, it knows the joys I’ve kept, The silent scars where tears have crept. Yet in its glow, I’m born anew, Forty-four, with dreams to pursue. In Tzaneen’s green, I claim this hour, Strawberry Moon, my heart’s own power. No grief alone can dim this flame, For life’s sweet pulse still calls my name. Under this sky, I dance, I soar, Blessed by the moon at forty-four.

  I wonder what it’s like to fade away, If loved ones greet us in the sky someday With our final breath as our souls take flight, We drift to the brightness, leaving the night. I wonder what sights our eyes will greet, I’ll see you there, though you won’t see me. I hope heaven’s all they claim it to be, A realm of truth and a soul set free. No pain, no sorrow, no lies to bear, No tears, no doubts, no lingering fear. They say it’s pure love and joy unfurled, For every soul, be it boy or girl. So heaven awaits as my time draws near, My days are complete beneath this sun, so dear. I hope in your soul you truly know, Life’s meant for living, a worthy goal. So breathe in deep and flash that smile, Because I’m staying here, at least still for a while.

 Ode to Trump The winner takes all. May this hand you've been dealt Bring the light to be felt. Aces High Queen of hearts Let Americans not fall a part. From the low blows and gun shows  You stand tall and strong. As is your nations song. Follow the X Follow the stars Maybe we'll meet you someday on Mars. #ihopetrumpwins

We were born and died in the night We were not taught about you God We were not shown a way We only know your love and light. I guess it's just the way Next time round I shall live a life to a very good old age, I shall experience thy God's delights, thy beauty of the my birth. I shall laugh and hug my brethren I shall dance upon thy earth. My lord I know you with us in every step we take. Thy gifts of joy and love to us, The salt of the earth.

So I'll honour our bond in everything I do. Until the day, when Earth's journey is through. In the quiet of the night, beneath a silver glow, Where the river whispers secrets only the moon would know. Through the shadows, softly, a gentle breeze will sigh, Carrying the dreams that the stars alone can fly. Underneath this canopy, where time and tide unite, Hearts are bound by rivers deep, in the arms of night. Oh, the moonlit river dreams, where our souls are free, In the dance of shimmering beams, lighting destiny. Floating on the silent streams, wrapped in harmony, Oh, the moonlit river dreams, like a symphony. Among the stones and whispers, we walk on sacred ground, Listening to the echoes, where lost hopes are found. The trees stand tall like guardians, watching from the shore, As the river flows in tales, from time long before. When the night holds tight its secrets, And the shadows softly fade, We’ll find peace in the reflection, That this moonlit river made. Oh, the moon...

In a world of darkness, My son found his light, A golden glow that healed his pain, And made his future bright. His body was ill, His cells not quite right, But with this golden light, He reprogrammed his might. He learned to heal himself, To love and trust his soul, And with each passing day, His strength began to grow. He bathed in this light, And felt it fill his being, His heart, his mind, his spirit, All were seeing, The power of his will, The strength of his resolve, To heal himself completely, And to never ever fall. For my son is a warrior, A fighter through and through, With a heart of purest gold, And a spirit shining true. And though his battle rages on, He knows that he will win, For with this golden light, He will heal from deep within