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SPOKEN MOMENT
SPOKEN MOMENT
Thanks for your stories, my dearest
They are precious richest,
Resources of present pain
But tomorrow’s gain.
I cannot afford but yen
Upon to retell them
When your heart rates
Matches mines
As we breathe alive
With rhythm of sea awaken
In a recounting imagination
Of fair journeys
And calendared miseries
From daily bread
To ever said.
Copyright ©
Amos Lual
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