Good morning steemians and welcome to my blog , I hope you have a nice time reading this post.
These tears we didn't let out becomes what makes our mountain strong. Calcified in our hearts, it strengthens our weakened bones, our body is the cave that salt built over time.
Patience is an allegory, the silence that wait for time to mature upon our crumpled brows, until the molten magma solidifies on the watch of raging wind.
We all know, that wind is the enemy of infant walls, a rival of adolescent stones that rests, one upon the other, the Zimbabwean wall loves the wind, it stands in grandeur unperturbed, listening to the wind's banter.
We also cannot be destroyed.
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