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May 2022
These fallen empires; hidden treasures,
how to put them into words,—


I’d much prefer; of things I’ve had,
oh of the so little, less than expected.


Truly then to be glad.

Of an out of touch experience; but soon
it’s out of hand.


As time is like Oceanside sands,—
to come and go in just moments,


Alas the winds...a breath, a breeze,
so shyly felt on my naked skins,


A keen spirit of blessings, shall they be upon
you; like the ocean’s sun sinking into skin.


Do go on to dream,
with open eyes; for the successes you’d long to see.

Novelty; as of which morality is in the pages
of life’s novel. Seems so short now; in the days
of this crazy world.


I yawn; as the many things of it;
has rendered me so bored.


But still in the hopes to live young,
smile long, and die old.


Live on, dream long, be strong, and be bold.

Tis my message to all.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
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