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Penning Poem

Initiate the incidental message

Renounce your petty solace

Leave your eyes behind

And Race in tune with your mind

Trust your marbles as guide

Your imaginations as guard

If you ever miss your paths

Get lost in the forest of thoughts

Or get buried in the sand of words

Do not ever pause to fuss

Your insanity’ll excavate you

And your sanity’ll certainly fix you

Your labours’ll refresh the lands

The earth’ll shake your hand

© Florence Ezekafor





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