Treasure Island

Prince Lartey


A SILLY BREEZE


Life is love
Death is understandable
Lust a wonderful temptation
On my knee today is how my age depreciates
Am young, this is my journey
Covered in mystry
But nothing is new under the sun except for the moon
I feel the dark
cos am a kind of light that brings hope
My flame is high than the night
Prince of the dark?
I see none only one
And he is christ
His legacy the trinity
Am young and all I wish is to be wise

Submitted: Saturday, February 16, 2013

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this poem is to all the young ones in the world who are kind of lost in life.words are like our lifes.live it well.what we make today brings us closer to our future.lets learn to speak slowly.step-by-step we'll get use to it.for one thing too, GODS TIME IS THE BEST.

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