……Deceased relatives in the corner of my eye, are they shadows or just a glimpse of an eyelash going by, whole ready made thoughts enter my mind like they was already developed, I sense personalities around me that I somehow envelop; we coincide within the same house but in different dimensions, yet and still it’s coming out of me, but it was my mother who didn’t like hair extensions. Tech toys and philosophy, rewriting the Bible and separating it from today’s hypocrisy, was my father’s ambitions, in ways I have become apart of his visions, everything that is, is because of something else, I come from greatness no sense in chasing wealth, always told it was identical to good health, and that spirituality is deeper than just how one felt.
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There is depth in this poem. Nicely worded and composed it speaks of gratitude and being content. Lovely
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A lovely write with deep meaning, as they say if you have your health you are the richest man in the world, enjoyed the read
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