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credits- unsplash You, Young mister Who has incessantly tailed The footless minstrel To perpetuate the standings Of dead moons Come,rest I am still farther off my reach Beyond the path, Slithering down

For I know not To what end this journey walks In this wandering to trace the Outline if my breath. The fat path that thins and Declines like light in a dying eye A sense of squandered hope The metal lift

image credits: pexels My mind screeched, in the gravels that showed the entrance, to my wall and I could vaguely see, what was left. I opened the door through comments and nearly coughed as the dusts reached

Few minutes ago, I noticed my neighbor has being around and I wasn't aware. I knocked on his door this evening and dude didn't even respond. Well, I understand why he didn't respond. He has been with a

What do we do, when failure lurks? when we are disappointed, when we become complecant of victory when we are not where we believe to be. when no one cares whether your dead. when you can rarely find food

Hail The Almighty, He has done mighty. when the woman was weak, God gave her milk. Which was her strength, to her path been stretch. Thus she came forth, and yet another not the fourth. twins what a blessing,

I look at the sea so endless, our thoughts so much, endless. Now i am speechless. Nothing in my pen penniless. So far and wide. Our thoughts, imaginations in a slide, page after page we build a notion,

I will start by saying a very happy new month to all steemian. This is indeed a month notable in my life but first, I'd like to say that I have some goals that seems out of my reach but in time and grace

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once strangers became friends and friends the bond grew, "family" we went to place together, we met on social media, we met on steemit, we shared our compliments. it grew so lovely. we couldn't

To them that live in good houses that don't drench when it's raining should be grateful that the perils of a leaked house doesn't trouble thier pleasant rest at night nor trouble thier soul when not close

Most times it touches my soul, It calms my nerves not troll, And ministers peace. Music to some, A way of life,religion or believe. It's rhythm, Keeps us in line. And trains us to become better or worse.

Laughter; a deception, a lie Hiding truth in white teeth, Smiling at you as if the world Was a playground and butterflies Were never cocoons eaten by bats. from @warpadpoetic photography and poetry

credit pixels.com I call you a legend No a leg end Though we would meet at the end Where we will reunite A different life ignite The world is rough Making me tough In your absence I yarn for God presence

Credits Pixels.com wondering what I could do I said hi her reply so sweet I commended her work and she was so excited I was glad that a soul was touched buh then her kind gestures so touching and attractive

I watched in dismay what has life become of me I searched for inner peace a place to unwind through the hassles of tough days then I approach you buh you scared mesource my itels12 did I provoke you? you

Photo credit pexels isle of write I didn't even check up the name but this is what my ink says an isle filled with treasures unknown where beauty lies beyond our thoughts I stare all I see is a whale showing

Tears in my ink wishing it could erase the pains of death hoping it could put smiles on the face of the destitutes at 15 dad left me to the cold hands of death left me with mum and sisters to care for