Lost In Thought
As the mind quite
And the soul pick a
Pen to speak in ink.
Though soul may set in
Dankness, it will rise in a
Perfect light, like a value
that doesn’t decrease based on
Someone’s inability to see, I will speak.
What I wish I knew, like a
man who do not know how high
he is, until he is called to rise. like a
morning sun, blessing be the name ‘in day’,
but time still exist. I need you next to me,
maybe we could be one but where do I start to trust?
Copyright © Lonely Mabale | Year Posted 2017
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