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Joy fills my heart, heaving with the mysteries of life.
Passion unknown unto words like a dear dream.
Dear, within, hear the counsel gnawing at wrinkled cliffs.
My unborn son, live in us when our bones mold from vim.
Learn from your father the toil of honesty.
Clasp, live out and atone the deeds of far-seeing statesmen.
And build... oh, build the legacy we but dreamt earnestly!
Unmask and expunge ugly stains blotted in statements.
Bestow and bequeath respect to all with thee, heart dearest.
Run not through ill-fated shortcuts, rather walk the clean boulevards.
Cross your bridges; never burn behind the memories of your knights.
Or presumption of our tears and the smell of smoke from abode backyards.
Choose acquaintances by disposition and adversaries by good intellect.
For I will carry you everywhere, you live in my heart in eternity.
My unborn son… impartial... sage... worthy of all trust... my dream.
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dave
Poetry is passion; my passion - It is the voice of the voiceless. I write poems through inspiration from day to day events and experiences in my life. With what happens in our society I hope to create awareness, inspire positive responses and in turn, learn from others.
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Beautiful poem! Kermi Liya | Jul 13th, 2010
Your poem is absolutely gorgeous. I loved reading it.
Nadia Neyaz | Dec 1st, 2010
its a beautiful poem...
i like the flow of passion in your words
TEMIDAYO OLUWAFEMI GREATS | Mar 4th, 2011
this is poem you can live with a young child and let him read over and over
Mutebi Bwakya | Jun 17th, 2011
Beautiful poem. Very motivating...
david mbitu | Jul 1st, 2011
thanks to you all. you have really encouraged me... i love poetry because i can write what i think and dream all times..
Lacadalet Magazine | Oct 10th, 2011
great poem...
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