Sometimes, I wished I never heard
about some things, they mingle with
the thought of the idled mind.
Sometimes, I wished I never touched
some things, baffled by the
metamorphosis at a blink.
Sometimes, I wished I never said
some things, not knowing how gossips
spread like wind fire during the harmattan season.
Sometimes, I wished I never saw some things,
Hoping it just disappear like the smoke in the
Air without any traces from the mind eyes.
Sometimes, I wished I never had
some things, like precious treasures,
guarded like chicks from the hawk.
Sometimes…. Oh…. Sometimes
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