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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It must have been the darkest, deepest fate time create, People saw and forgot the impact when history intervened. We forgive and endure, but our minds will not forget The Bizarre world trying to suppress our African dream. Arresting the soul disturb in all its twinkling infant glory, Staring at the stars, the proof that now seems so far, History is a scorn reflection, a ghost in a crowded society, With the scarlet blade, fate made the mask of black appear. Pulsating reverberations reach beneath unlimited tremor Stretch in silent sleep, embers of that remembrance vision, Breathing the courage to make us strong to exhale the air. And be the element of success changing into dreams again. Africa industrious sunrise amidst the uncomfortable sunset, The faraway road ahead leaves devasted memoirs behind, Filled with golden threads, all the flames of beauty beset, Where emotions galvanize and lift the cross in life to burn. Will time protect the vulnerable interlude that we imagine? And collect the crumbs falling from insurmountable sums. Having an amazing dream of space and time in-between, We Look up to heaven where rain falls from cooler realms. When the breeze blew, some raindrops remains intensive So, let we deduct that elusive time and rightly place it in line, To smile with tears, soak eyes decelerating and pensive, Not consistent with the constant demise of folk stories find. Africa too can be fertile, embed the hot fires deep into the soil, Make the cry of enlightening times begins to tell the truth, Africa shall endure formalism or criticism of burning turmoil, As shadows of the silhouette wait in an immeasurable breath. Life is about all the things in our dream imparting from you Many grains of happiness in the light that we see or made, Those who dream at night or day with stronger grasp renew The darkest evening of the year glow in the horror of shade. African dream, sweet mirage, still an incredible reminiscence Sublime exploits navigating silently through murky waters, Capturing the essence of promise in every atom of existence, Out of blurred smudged character, we row upon forceful waters. Opportunity lay dead in a heap on the floor but it’s not too late, Even when years go unnoticed moving away from our mistakes, We can’t take it anymore, the injustice which injects our fate, Rejection left the mind numb of imprint tattoo scars makes. We stay in the same chapter with pride just trying to survive, I suppose one-day hearts that bleed will win the battle again, Fresh innovation makes me love the enemies I want to revive By the darkest cauldron gate hope spark the clearest vision. Our silence and membrane physique traveled even further Enter through hidden worlds pursuing the euphoria to gain, What distinguishes that exists as the apocalypse gets closer Africa shall endure all the torrid pains, itself has only to blame. African dream, you are the symbol of light across the continent Explained all your presence here that others may comprehend, Everything which defines freedom may run where belief went, Scouring out of our reach into opportunities that have no end. It matters not how late the victor enters through the gate, You shall find me unafraid living in an unconquerable world, The fearful trip rage against the menace of time and make, Some dreams awake their eager faces triumphant in our soul. Africa is Gods land, sprawled in the shades of mediocrity, The irrefutable mixture of smiles arrayed upon silent Magna faces, Declared pods of dreams which will soon flourish into validity, Rhythm and vision serenade through hoops of orchestrating voices. Mirrors of light dancing an enlightening kaleidoscope of silhouette, Rest the weary vigil hidden in camouflage within the breath of God, A new existence to contemplate an infinite different fate, Leaving the turbulent flows of descending mist in a blinding fog.
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