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Oct 2021
27 summers old,
One winter short
Of  bright sunlights.
I haven't been here before,
Now I am of age,
Soon another summer,
Or not, its all chance.
Every one is our first,
And fadingly a last.
27 summers old,
Am blessed evenly,
Of a dark right hand,
And light in the other,
To keep my heart in order.
Life in it's seasons,
Curse death, every fig has to dry,
Dry into its death.
Aw beautiful summers,
Cold winters harsh,
That is the harmony of life.
We should value each season as it is for it can never be seen in equality. Lets us all grow in all ways ❤ Color Pop
Jeremiah Mhlongo
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Jeremiah Mhlongo  24/M/South Africa
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