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Apr 2018
If the eyes are indeed window
To the soul,right here ,right now,
I say no access granted.
For I too have patiently waited
With vigor and optimism,
To look through this prism.
Beyond this dark #WAYFARER
Into an unknown but bright future.
A future I've worked so hard for...
I have given too much for her,
Ever since the day of my youth...
A quest that took sweat and tooth.
Some sweat and blood,yet I hang on..
During gloomy days or pain I moan..
At night I gaze the constellations and pray
I do this from Monday to Sunday,
Each and every Morning and evening
Until thy kingdom come,I'll stop at nothing,
Until I join my ancestors in the great beyond...
Until I can no more see the reason to fight on,
Until my soul circumvent this temporal phase,
And soar to its final and eternal resting place.

#IvanBrooksPoetry
4/5/2018
The eyes are indeed a window to the soul...
Ivan Brooks Sr
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Ivan Brooks Sr  50/M/Norway
(50/M/Norway)   
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