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Swaying Palms...
On my way…
I see the palms sway…
By the side of the bay,
Are they…
Making the place look so beautiful and gay…
To them, I want to supplicate and say,
That you sway and sway…
From this May to the next May,
Just every day and every day…
I don’t forget you, ne’er and nay…
I remember you always, yea…
Even when I hit the hay…
Even when the moments are gray…
O’ you beautiful palms that sway,
My worries you slay,
Every time, when I see you on my way…
Synchronicity is divine.. I read your poem
just after hearing "I'm as restless as a willow
in a windstorm" on the radio.. willows too sway
Thank you for your beautiful poem. God bring
peace to all, rain where needed, and an end
to violence everywhere. God bless YOU