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Sep 2021
And as we live;
we've lived under the warmth of Sun.
Those at the bottom;
despite lowest moments, light stays above.

You only seem to focus on the top;
for it be where you long. (To belong)
Top of the morning,
midst on top of your sorrow
But the way to get there;
knowing bottoms and their light,
For the dark is but a moment;
compared to goodness of light in your life.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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