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Edward Ibeh's 'This Or That, Vol 39' Contest...3 Jul 2026
The Race For Hollow Gold
When marquee of eve glints on a skyline,
I gaze at jewelled stars naturally blinking--
that the world heaves with content
open to eve's charm undefined by time...
And within this space I become a listener
of winds tickling trees,
a watcher of colors bleeding the ground ;
one runner chasing leaves
on upturned sways ,
knowing that my world's best pleasure
is gratitude, a rune filtering through
inner being that opens the moon right up,
And my world spills into a hundred portraits
borne from an unrelenting joy
which the race for hollow gold or rank
cannot eclipse...
allowing the self immeasurable joy
on the breath of each new day!
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