Filtering rays of sunshine,
Brighten up my day,
My heart swells with hope and pride,
Keen for the glories coming my way.
long dark tunnels of travelled misery I have waved my goodbyes
Awash in the rays of a new dawn my sight is born anew capitulating to the bright luminescence;
Accustomed to dark premonitions of gathering clouds adorning the skies,
A rainbow eventually peeked bringing peace afforded merely in my jolly reminiscence.

A dear acquaintance that fared-well embarking to unknown lands is once a treasured guest.
Joyous merriments and hope bracing my heart with promise like an autumn breeze carrying the scent of approaching rain.
Draught is preparation for a bounty harvest ahead heed an opportunity to rest.
A wanderer's exhaustion is the beginning of realization that a journey of discovery is a frivolous clockwise quest,an imagination can reveal a search if faith exist within a brain.

l have sent a messenger to beg the mercy of divinity on tired feet.
A trepidational travel of desperate striding that meeked returning messengers with a permanent limp of broken zeal bereft of hope for gathered despair.
Ravenous sounds of rumbling cries echoing a chorus of pleas lost in evident defeat.
Fighting with dogs to lick the last taste of meat on bones to replenish memories of the good days in circumstances unfair..

Wisdom my dear old friend you have brought anguish to fuel your flame.
l have suffered the severity of torture I don't even flinch at the sound of a whip.
led to the slaughter l refused to be a pig and sold as ham.
l took a fall to embrace my demise for a new birth to restore my heirship inheritance on the chair of hope.
l ramaged the lands following the map to hidden treasures only in my mind buried .
Searched relentlessly for sight through a broken scope.
Resigned to exhaustion l rested in isolation lost from my cause only to stumble on my precious find.
A green tree always attract a bird's nest.
A broken sign on a deteriorating lodge is welcome sight for a needing guest....
I hold my head high dispirited and laden with grief in this abyss swallowing me whole.
Shattering from the tidal waves demolishing the tranquility of a safe voyage hindering my determination to reach the shore.
I am a budding seed nourished with pain rooting success on infertile soil
I am the master of my bliss that cannot be eroded by hard toil.



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