Dear Present
I am obliged to climb up
olympus, the only way to
reach you. I know not much
about you and your progress
in life. By the time I left for the
space trip, you were just a
little egg, now days have
delved into years and I reckon
you have grown into a young
pretty face just like your
mother's. It's kinda tight up
here, I am held
incommunicado to any one in
the extreme orbit. The amour
between Faith and I did not
only excite volumes of words
but gave rise to a special and
beautiful creation, the venus
life clings to for survival. For I
understand that life is no
magic but a spread of courses.
So, you can always lead the
right course with focus at play.
I kindly ask of you to please
make your mother proud of
you and hold onto her rooted
desire for me. Please forgive
the code of fate and know that
I am always besides you to fix
it up. I love you.Hope.
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