Treasure Island

Maxim Muyu

(2nd July / 1981 nairobi)

grief


grief
remove all the griewf from your heart,
you really don't know your time,
but time must come when we shalt know how to end the grief,
there's no other means of great happiness,
than fancies and drift,
sometimes we escape reality,
creating whims and dreams,
It's not easy for us to knoew the abilities we possess,
but know grief and pain can end when we believe,
do not be deceived for our time is coming,
we shallt come to face the true heavenly light,
hope to end the afflictions,
you will find your way to freedom,
hopefully Iam yet to see the grewat way to happiness.

Submitted: Friday, September 09, 2005

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