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Young Blood
Young and naive ,
Submerged underneath the melancholy ;
Amid the chat and giggles .
We laugh and cry ;
Through the misconception and dispositions ,
For tides of life aren’t meant to last but to strengthen our soul and mind .
We hear them all the time .
The damn sematics and lame rhetorics ,
Who from the parting moon to the awakening sun deprive us from the possible possibilities and second chances .
We won’t be like them we take their form .
Never will we be blind to plights of the needy ,
Nor be adamant to the pleas of the lonely .
Young blood
Young dreamer Young
Stakes are high the odds are crippling
Gradually forge ahead
Until sensations reach its limit
In the What ifs and the what nots
We will take our ample time,
To earnestly unsheathe our gifts for good of all. Sealed in sprightly with music and poetries ,
Vividly enshrined with surreal illustrations and hype-realistic images.
And all the little lights and even the twinkles in our eyes sparkled with eagerness never felt before .
So we dance
To the senseless musicals assorted rhythms
Through our misgivings and missed opportunities
We chant nominal hymns and aphorisms
In nothing will be anxious and in everything with thanksgiving and prayer !
So we Alter our moods with fanciful thoughts
Untill the city is drenched in our youthful voices
And We will live to serve with love for all hated for none !
So we paint our visions
Upon the vast opalescent daylight sky
Imaginary or illusionary but void of all divisions
Entrenched deep and pure they can never deny
Into the sea we will haul all our indecisions
Gradually we urge on until the last embers of the daylight die !
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Kofi Amed
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