Written By Abdulhameed Aroge
Thoughts and hope all sat on a couch, Broken heart like crouching hills, Now the bells are chiming loud, Pains are what are meant to go, If embraced and left with faith. Working hard with lost efforts, Yearning with detailed effort, Mingling with dying minds, Ghost hover all around, For they are meant to come and go. Now I slowly die with grudge, Blood flows; cease and reads, Time tick; tick tack, Bell rings; bell chim, Smiles on the face of those astray.Download
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