The story of my life,
I Remembered when I was alive,
City's watch of fun and violence,
There, was my soul resisting silence.
If I would lie to live,
Then let me take my leave.
I can sail across the seven seas,
If I won't be sting by the wild bees.
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Author:
Michael James Ajani (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The thoughts in the middle of the day .
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
A great metaphor here and so it is with passing thoughts. Very nicely written
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