In this life we are forced to fight so as staying alive becomes the part of a heroic journey of life. Give life your last grasp of bravery. Stand up for something, for a place. Being alive is not worrying about life but it's rather doing something to keep with the struggle no matter the age or situation.
It's still noon, look into the face,
On the nose, nature blinks its eye.
Bees drunk from flowers of sentience,
Flies flew around the scent of sadness.
The air is tight, keep on the fight,
Weep and walk deep for bread,
So that there will be no more cold.
Sleep to avoid the void.
Hurry and fly around the eye,
Move on steep hills to a valley,
Or make a circle of rounds.
Life is a plenty of bounds.
In both bitter and sweets,
Stay awake, she blinks.
Copyright ©️ by D.W.Kadete
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