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The tired twig broke.
A lone Leaf went into a free fall.
It softly landed on the ant hole.
A bustling empire descended into permanent darkness.
 Apr 2021 Joe Quaale
Aishu
Write
 Apr 2021 Joe Quaale
Aishu
Write
To release the weight you hold
Capture the wind
Capture a sunbeam
For a breeze and warmth
To be saved in tiny bottles of the mind.
To get you through life.

Shell ✨🐚
Life is deep !!! Bottomless!
Free fall, fall free
Feel its meaning to the  core.
It’s a journey to the unknown.

Shell ✨🐚
Birth is the mortal wound from which the soul wants to free itself.
The problem with life is that,
it never appears to be a hard
earned prize.
on sensing warmth
vivid spring colours emerge
out of the coldness
to display a resplendent
floral palette in gardens
 Apr 2021 Joe Quaale
lost cause
if i wrote my future
all would be changed
from the way i was raised
to the thoughts in my brain
if i wrote my future
no love would be lost
so i’d stand right beside you
no matter the cost
if i wrote my future
i’d bring nothing but peace
and save you from sorrow
and the darkness that creeps
if i wrote my future
you’d still be here
but you wrote my future
and i did nothing
but stare
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