When there will be time,
It will not matter anymore.
False self importance,
Scarred life bears
Pains of lonliness
Amongst abundance.
In solitude
I close doors to the world,
Open my mind to the universe,
Fly in vacuum of black holes unseen.
Temporal absurdity rules.
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Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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You are invited to my place of peace. 😀
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So Secy of State?
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A promise is a promise. You’d be more peaceful if Pres. Oneta paid you plane fare with taxpayer money, huh? 😀
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Absolutely. Way forward is already shown by the predecessors of higher offices.
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Beautifully penned as always. Also, very deep and reflective, highly philosophical, exitentialist. Yes, we live in temporal absurdity.
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Thank you so much. These words of appreciation gives strength to keep on writing.
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I hope all is well.
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Why?
All quiet on the western front😂
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Good.
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