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Mar 29
The sun rises, the sun sets
Inbetween its rays is distance measured by time
At times we experience life's seasons at the sametime
Sometimes we experience being the living dead
Alive outside , dead inside
Challenging the grim reaper to a battle of life with death being the prize
Hindsight buzzing with afterlife never seen
Whilst eyesight is blind to the beauty of life
All this global warming does not do me warmth inside still
The addrenelin of the moonlight send chills down my spine
Pees pease of the same pod in a poor ***
Wanting piece of the pie when i dont even understand the pie-chart
Pyramids, Pisces, pirates, pastors, paradox
From dawn to dusk to dawn
New age of the new era is an old saying,
Because there nothing new under the sun,
Even an eclypse
Days to weeks,  to months, to years, to decades, to centuries, to millennium
The sun sets, the sun rises
Written by
Masibulele Ntsepo  30/M/Lusikisiki, South Africa
(30/M/Lusikisiki, South Africa)   
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