Sometimes you just make some imaginations about the mystery of life. Those surprises that come with living that you seek for answers and yet it still remain a mystery.
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When you encounter such, just let it be the way it is. Know for such, there are things you just can’t change, that is life for you. 24th September 2007 got this deep-thought poem written down. Sad Poems for My Departed Friend
Then I Look
I looked into the dark moon
Mixed in the colour of tears
I looked into the hot sun
Mixed in the colour of the roaring wind
Then I looked into the heart
Mixed in the colour of deception.
Who knows the routine of the moon?
Who can trace the origin of the sun?
Nor knows the hidden thoughts of the heart?
I looked at the moon
I perceived the burning heat of the sun
Yet, I can’t tell the secret voice of the heart.
Then I looked up
Shake my head and walk away.
Nsikak Andrew
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