Frozen - Poem by Stella Omoregie
How many times do we wish in the dark,
how many see the future as bright.
though we give hope its space subduing faith.
Dark thoughts in hearts wearing off each day,
the past seems to be a birthmark refusing to be toned....
Fate and hope, relived at each hour; man preying
on the maker to put forth the dreams..
We must all in some sense live like all is right
we must die in the fathom of our fantasy
..for we have but a life shared amongst earth and soul.
How many live to have it all.
.how odd the feelings again, the end is blur...still after all done
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