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Strength of the bird is in the sky
Most road do not have warning signs
As the raindrops fall from the sky
So does it evaporates too
No man has been completely through
Capacity of wise and fools
One thing I have learnt about life
Is that, it has all manners of knives
It uses to cut all classes of life
To an equilibrium, of birth and death
Even in terms of dues and rents
Everyone has to pay for breath.
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
The cock may crowat the break of dawnhopeful we are for,tomorrow’s sun…There are times I think about leavingand where I will belost in my sleepOn…
I am astound by its composure; cool, calm and collectedit consumes treasures…On a daily,against it, I betslowly making haybefore the sunsetHey! judge me not,we all…
Wish I knew tricksevading the demisebefore it knocks,it is you I will hide,breaking shadows and scytheright here on earth.I wish I had firsthand informationof He…
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