The wind whispers to the sky some stories
The stone and earth could not bury them
The creepers such as weeds grow alongside
And so the rain fell on my dreams and drown them.
These stories eclipse beyond timid minds of a feather
A white clouded day is no blunder
That flows in self determination, exploded like fireworks in the air
It whirls continuously to the melody of tangible mirage
And smiles not resilient to defeat would bother thrive on a rare notice.
But these feathers, could not be shattered but restored by hope itself
And hope conquers every obstacles my friends
It beguiles a fragile mind to be a elegant
And so rise to profound greatness, these feathers again!!!!
© Akan Udofia 2018
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