*THIS IS LIFE*

The sun has lost its pendant
While trying to shun the stars in pride
The moon is grieved as
The Pentecostal sounds of chattering hopes
Are but maimed
The crickets songs are devoid of thanksgiving
Soul beggars are riding on mares
mere wishes are thrown aloft in anguish
A seers thoughts are but unseen
A priest vision is blur, paradise is armed
The patriarch is obsessed with water
The kingfish wants to soar high
The winsome tides have refused to be ebbed
Mere anarchy against a loosed world
Joseph's dreams are asleep
Our Dreams are on a voyage
But the sailor sank.
This is Life!.
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©GEORGE O. VICTOR
*THE GHOSTwriter*👻