The fall.

Everybody's is afraid of it.
The mind is fixated on a certain
perfection & fear.

Fallen from status, empathy is silence.
The part of once a child.
Innocently alive, is history.

Live a little...
What every tongue makes of you.
Welcome the fall with open arms,
chip of the old self calmly.
Rise

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A barren moon...
The argument escalated.
"Three of us! The ship is a two person carrier "
Said a deep loud voice.
"Why didn't mentioned that before?" Replied a demure
tone.

"He planned to live one of us!"
"NO, or else why saved you"...

"Gael you may bored the ship & Lucy you go on next,
One us is remaining behind".
Said a calm voice but with authority.

The one who complained, unashamedly board.
Sweet Lucy was in tears.
"I'm going to have a long restful sleep, don't you worry".

As they departed, he who remains also cried as the cold
filled his nostril, he met with the end.
The end hugged him, cold but lovingly.

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My beloved,
Once upon a time we chased the wind.
Our wings glide among the unseen.
I am sorry.
Extinct to early, my touch is
a memory.


Hopeless romantic once,
Nursing you to bed, when the nightmares
collided with the daymare.
My absence is silence.


Cry my bae beauty, it's part of
the healing process.

With time sprout your wings.

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In the absence of daylight.
He, who is not named but engraved
in every fibre of her's.
Lights compassion as she blooms,
the scent is meadowy.

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Heartbeats like thunder.
The roars of young desperate,
echoes in secret.
Flood of questions & doubt, makes a home
in the thoughts.

A spark of jealousy lurks, before
your all empty.
Unspoken matters...
On a daily basis.
Rise above

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Time & place.
The place should be a space,
that allows the inner peace.
To flourish.
Time is preparation, build, dismantle
& reassemble.

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I want the afternoon to be the midnight's.
To be in this ocean of sunlight,will live
burn scars.

I swam within the emotions, throughout
the day. Dressed up into a souless body,
craving what's not yours, to possess.

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More than the sandy beach...
Clear crystal seas second to none.
Oh the moringa soup, the onions &
tomatoes sparkle. Our garlic in deep
conversation with lady ginger...

Our people used to share a livelihood of values.
From the conquerors, to the exotic Asia & mama
Africa bestowed her beauty.
A mixture of three's, the hybrid kind of people.

Coconut 🥥 milk flow in our cuisine.
Spices sang in our parent's, capable hands.
The island provides us, of whats needed.
To forget who we are, is loosing the identity.
To grow on what was left by the former.
Seychelle-king.

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Mathematics.
We speak its math..
To the thoughts on meticulous idea.
To the constant change of frequency unseen.
Math is a problem, math solves the problem.

Maybe life is a list of problem solving.
The geometry of dimensions, angular turns.
Clean sheet.
Do the fraction, when it's due subtract.
When it's overdue divide.
It does not add up?

Redo the work out.
Multiply the effort.
The total is not always the equal.
Accept

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Fiery thoughts.
Watery soul...
Meets each other, one day...
Neither one could breathe.

The vapours rises.
Temperature melted.
Affection lasted a century.

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