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| Mathew Thomas |
The Land we will dare to conquer
When night comes and sleep does not appear,
I ride through unsuspected worlds,
have memories even from days I did not live,
perhaps dreams I did not realize.
The yearning is loose, I have to fill the void,
must arrive in full to another day waiting for me,
new challenges, new fights.
The new day, as always, will be strong and pugnacious,
unlike me, one day older and not able to hide
on face and soul, marks of misfortune and sorrow,
unrequited loves, dislikes, and mismatches.
I will have to show that did not renounce
the human inheritance, and, with dear fellow ones,
I lived, loved, and suffered, having watered the road
even with sweat and tears.
Always sure that we will reach, at the end of the journey,
the promised land, where pour abundantly the milk and
honey, and evil never finds shelter.
Then, unlike Abraham, who just had a glimpse,
we will take secure possession.
Dancing and partying, this day,
we will throw to the skies
sound and honest, a laughter.
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| Edilson A. Ferreira |
Edilson A. Ferreira, 81, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. He has launched two poetry books, Lonely Sailor and Joie de Vivre, and has published 300 works in various international literary journals. Has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He began writing at the age of 67 after retiring from a bank.
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