#growths - Hello Poetry

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.

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Oct 19, 2021

Oct 19, 2021 at 3:52 AM UTC

jeremiah-mhlongo

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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.

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Every day I lose a part of the past me to gain a part of the future me.

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Oct 14, 2021

Oct 14, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC

rawnish

Losing A Part Of Me

Every day I lose a part of the past me to gain a part of the future me.

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I am one, who lives by one I am one, who rose up as one I am one, who fell as one But We are many, who live as one We are many, who rose as one We are many, an so we still rise I am my brothers keeper.

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Jun 11, 2019

Jun 11, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC

Rex

I — we

I am one, who lives by one I am one, who rose up as one I am one, who fell as one But We are many, who live as one We are many, who rose as one We are many, an so we still rise I am my brothers keeper.

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