My Magic
We made choices
And the choices made us
We merged and became one
Time drifted
Yet stood still
It paused in juvenile leaps
And then magic happened
You became mine
And I ...yours
The Black Tree
iStock The chimming of the old rusty clock Signalled it was time to begin The compulsory but unpleasant race We walked and searched through the streets of Prampram Each way,each street and each turn Brought about magical views and speculations That was sparked with clarity and contempt We only wanted equality and freedom; Freedom that represented nothin but a chance to be better We were not to blamed based on something We had no control over The smells of harmattan surrounded us As we rested on a fallen tree The truth was dawned; When the white clouds appeared They destroyed the bodies and souls of us And in the process;destroyed themselves Our purpose was to bridge that gap Sunlight rimmed the magnificent Chapel Reflecting a better tomorrow With a focus on our imagination One thing we knew was that, Nature did nothing Uselessly.
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