Daniel Nwauzorma

Walk on, unrelenting soul, walk on.
Through the valley of dark woe.
Ever steady, through the times of storm..
Walk on, frail soul, walk on.
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Tiny gleams of tender loving light.
All about the valley of my mind.
Singing the symphonies to unite,
The cords of sweet grace and peace of mind.
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Sometimes i am afraid,
Of collected footsteps before dawn.
Of memories that marches past
The fortress of my dreams.
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Here,
In this space of emptiness.
My mind begins,
to string into memories.
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I am clay...
An empire of dust and grace
I am a unique grand design.
The definition of chaos in solace.
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This heart,
in the waters of dense confusion,
is about to drown.
Struggling helplessly
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Whispers, the voiceless silence.
Heard as walls within our souls speak.
Emptying gentle winds into trashcans of absence
Shadowed memories are then made bleak..
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It's words written that heals the heart,
And calms the weary mind..
Through arts, we look through life, its path,
And mysteries we thus find..
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Now i await..
Renewed by fate..
When life redeems;
The end of dreams..
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Misty hue, a white dry dew morn....
Merry, in the mist of the dark blue dawn...
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The fairest maiden of all beneath the sky.
Enchanting aura, dearest of the nine.
In distress, in joy; shared in my cry.
She shows a care, so dear, so benign
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Glory rests on the shores of history.
Dark dust to the scattered trails of misery.
Burning in tots, death knocks at the door.
Smiling wit tears, in its paled scaling fur.
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I looked through the depths of the seeming sky.
Turned upside down, the ground becomes the sky.
Rain fell from the grasses, upon the clouds.
As i saw the last glimpse of her tender smile.
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Like crumbled pieces left upon his desk.
He looks for the perfect words to rhyme.
The pieces of shapes to fit perfectly
Into the scrabble played in his mind.
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