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MORNING SHADOW

With his back lying on a torn mat Consuming the thoughts of tomorrow Gazing at its fruit Heavy was the mind to lift His heart burned in sorrow Darkness took over the light How it would be for the tender souls? How they wished to remove the yoke Orphanage was not a joke So interesting were the nights The nights of folktales Tears we could shade in dreams The sober minds conquered conquered with complicated dreams A hard morning to believe With a darkest shadow What a sorrow departure he had Never to return

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Date: 1/26/2016 6:55:00 AM
Beautifully written, Kuleza. Don't ever stop dreaming.
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Kuleza John Lembi
Date: 1/26/2016 9:16:00 AM
Thank you very much for your positive comment