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Oh reapers of the earth, whose vengeance is buried underneath the earth, dig out the trenches of time and fill them with water for the thirsty divine; spread the message of hope and bring peace and comfort to your empty soul. Spread the wings of time and I will show you what is mine. Drop your swords and come, for peace resides underneath the sun, long before the heaves were formed.

Weary wanderers of the world, you have been tossed to and fro, walking on dusty highway in threadbare shoes with bag pack on your back and water bottle in your hands, but you don’t know where you will land, hungry and thirsty you trod along with determination in your heart and courage in your feet; know that you are not forgotten for someone is negotiating for thee and you will be free to come and enjoy the pleasure of your homeland; that’s your destiny.

I have waited for more than a year for you to meet with me over here we have so much to share for life will change in the coming years, It is not my imagination or something surreal it’s the part of life you have never experience or seen, and the joy that it behold is wrapped up in the contours of our souls it is the magnet in me that stir the beauty in you that give rise to tulips the tulips that springs up by the side.

I invite you here because I care, the life that they live is very hard to forgive, and the rough exterior of the world is planted in the summit of their soul and it explodes when their spirits cannot take it anymore. It is the unknown that you cannot see and the mysteries that is crawling behind thee. I look through the window and what did I see, the universe arguing with thee, and I said to myself how could this be when love is standing waiting for  thee, did just one word could split the universe apart or just one word could rise you up out of the dark.

There are roads that we have never travelled and people we have never met, yet when they confronts you, there is something in the air that humbles you, and it’s hard not to look into your eyes and read the emotions that I see, for they change at the wink of an eye and sometimes it cause my spirit to cry.

Let your conscience speak from the four corners of the pacific ocean and the black sea, let your conscience speak and open the waters for you and me. I used to roam these places in my youth with a sail boat and  fishing net, but we  can’t go there anymore for you have place your anchor all over the shore, let your consciences  speak and open the windows and you shall be free.
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