Justice Amoh

Memories from the blue
Whispers in my bloom
The hand seen through,
For my life well groomed,
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Is it the fear of the unknown,
The life anticipated of the next zone,
The joy that comes with its own tone,
Or the pain one may have to own
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Scenes of tomorrow, a cause at least to follow
Strives of the gone days, our hearts have they mellowed
Faith in the birth of renewed passion, hope portrayed by our present entwinement
Confidence in the approaching unknown, love-bond anticipated of the next zone
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Inspired by a 'departing' friend and the 'Far And Away Theme' by Enya

A bow shatters, a violin squeaks
A tone unheard, the piece incomplete
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That which I am, none can defy,
To discover my secrets, indeed many do try
Beauty and wealth shiver at my name
Slaying all existence is indeed my chief aim
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