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The sparkling river,
Nourished millions of lives, Now
striving for own life...
Here striving refers to struggling...

This poem is dedicated to current condition of rivers and water bodies because of pollutions and global warming...🌊
While time goes by
every second of the day
I disappear, slowly
Losing myself in eternity
Timeless
living in our own timeline
Growing old
everyday living and dying a little
Time never stops until the breathing stops
The clock stays ticking.




Shell ✨🐚
We  all are here for a certain time still timeless we all are
And the wind was blue
I could hear it
I could feel it
Now I see it.
Moving through green trees
Moving everything it touches
Making waves at sea
Touching me while passing by
Moving me
Crying sounds which reach the mind
Painful tears in eyes of mine
Now I’m blue too.



Shell✨🐚
A metaphor. Empathy, when sadness from afar touches you.
  Aug 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Kairosclere
I refrained from reading
Books of poetry
Due to a festering fear
Of confirmation
Of my subpar talent.
With hesitation,
I opened my first,
And what an interesting surmise
Our poems
Were all equally bland.
If I go down y'all are going down with me.
*angelic smile*
  Aug 2021 Isaac afunadhula
Kairosclere
I cried a few times
When the sky did too
And decided
That the sky reflects my mood.
Today, the sky cried,
And I cried with it too,
I took it upon myself
To reflect the sky's mood.
Well, I didn't cry but seemed like a nice thing to write about. Also because I wanna post something nice next lol.
Life such as a plant requires love like water
Love can create a good mood
Loveless life is extremely miserable
The sweetness of love can fulfil life
True love is magical!
Isaac afunadhula Aug 2021
What's with you and  that
smile?
How hard can l try to get a spot in your life?
what is it about you that keeps me chasing and guessing?
Is it  the way you talk or walk ? that my heart skips a little bit?
how awkward did it get when I said hi?
what time is it so that I can hug you for the very, first time?
what's with moods that cry under the veil of an exquisite lady like you?
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