Talking to myself through poetry
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Around me, there is this solace like a twilight
With intensity like the tropical Sunlight
When I am down, I believe a break of dawn
Would spring forth through the paths my faith has drawn
I believe tomorrow is as beautiful as the stars
Whether the unsaved tears never dries from my eyes
Challenges are mischievous like Satan’s storm fart
But it carves me, into a wonderful piece of art.
Down the streets, I see fierce men in blacks Throwing punches and spraying bullets back On both the dead guilty and the innocent From such…
Are we now familiar strangers? Our silence seem to write love letters On empty space through the louvers; I miss you, let’s talk it over……
Thank you God, as I clock thirty three years old today… Dear readers and fellow bloggers, join me celebrate my new age, put me in…
We are celebrating sixty, Yet there are no basic amenities, Nigeria!! In her house is where I grew up, Everyday she worsens, I am fed…
I loved the line “Santan’s storm fart.” Challenges can feel like that at times.
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Hehehehe… And when challenges feel like that some times, the quote “light at the end of the tunnel”; always play out. For our of nothing, comes a solution.
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hummmm
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Bad?
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wonderful! thought provoking
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Okay, I appreciate.
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LOL! Satan’s storm fart!
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You can imagine.. Lol
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