If you are black and for me,
press steady, as the weight
of night. and I will show
cascades of brilliance, astrally.
If you are black and constant,
as ritual, and I will arch
a crescent moon, naturally.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Things never pop for no reasons,
There is a process leading to each exploration.
It takes twelve hours for the night to pass,
It takes another twelve hours for night to come.
Humans born as infants,then proceed to toddlers,
preschoolers ...Juvenile, Youth, ...Adult.
A new pen is full of ink,
It ends up in trash can once all ink is out.
Cherish each day with kindness and enthusiasm,
Let your past be honorable memories in your life book.
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