Now the days are over
A day is gone
And my mind is slowly panting.
The new day of
Struggle for survival and
Crying of the day
With emotions engulf around our imagination beyond imagination.
Imagination beyond imagination
Coupled with the brainstorming of
Plans fading like rain drops falling into river.
And now the days are sounding
A day has come
And my mind is restless
But its beautiful things I see
Clearly funnel me into hopes, joy and enjoyments.
By Ebenezer Zor
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