Poem fractal

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One Love, One Respect

by Richard

0.0783 + 0.2035i

Drawing the boundary…

I've No Sheep on the Mountain

by Joanna Baillie

0.0551 + 0.2205i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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One Love, One Respect

by Richard

In this world of troubles, where inequality grows,
We've got to rise above it, let our compassion show.
No matter your colour, no matter where you're from,
Respect and love each other, let's all live as one.

Oh, respect for all, it's the message we send,
In the face of injustice, we'll rise and defend.
Though the rich get richer, and the poor stay poor,
Love is the answer, let's open up the door.

Life is a journey, we walk it hand in hand,
Through the valleys of hardship, we'll make a stand.
For every soul's worth, no matter their station,
Let's build a world of peace, for every nation.

In the rhythm of the heartbeat, we find unity,
Under the sun's warm embrace, we find harmony.
No more division, no more hate,
Let's celebrate life, before it's too late.

So let's dance together, to this reggae beat,
Spreadin' love and kindness, to every street.
For in the end, what truly matters most,
Is the respect we show, from coast to coast.

I've No Sheep on the Mountain

by Joanna Baillie

I've no sheep on the mountain, nor boat on the lake,
Nor coin in my coffer to keep me awake,
Nor corn in my garner, nor fruit on my tree,
Yet the Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.

Softly tapping at eve on her window I came,
And loud bayed the watch-dog, loud scolded the dame;
For shame, silly Lightfoot! what is it to thee,
Though the Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me.

The farmer rides proudly to market or fair,
The clerk at the alehouse still claims the great chair,
But, of all our proud fellows, the proudest I'll be,
While the Maid of Llanwellyn smiles sweetly on me?

For blithe as the urchin at holyday play,
And meek as a matron in mantle of gray,
And trim as a lady of gentle degree,
Is the Maid of Llanwellyn, who smiles upon me.

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