the path that leads me to green pastures
has a destination to make me live and accomplish
wondering where it would lead me
there are no failures or successes but it is
between life and death,
I have collected my belongings the pride of my life
there is plenty to consider among the articles I wrote
never missed the details that appeared to me
no one knows
the destiny of my problems and woes
there are privileges among my collections
who knows
where my life would end as am not a futurist
am overcome with many a tragedy yet
am not careless to say the least
am captured by my dreams and thoughts
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Author:
Solomon (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Fantastic.
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