it to where it leads
your were brought to this path
by your heart
these happenings are not strange
they are songs;your heart knows their lyrics.
While on this path;
where you see no sign of life;
You have friends;
the crickets are here with you
let them play their violins and harps for you.
The tunes are not in tune with yours?
Make something out of them.
Does your path look blurry?
listen to the songs in your heart
they are happy songs;
they speak of a happy end.
Copyright © Chukwunwike Okeke | Year Posted 2017
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