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WELLE MARIAM BOLUWATIFE
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Silence of sound
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Silence sounds like...
The absence of sound
searching for my soul,
in a calm and quiet space,
Alone but not in solitude.
Silence giving fortitude
A reflection to seek,
A chance to embrace, silence, silence I adore.
A time to listen, to hear the heart's beat,
To feel the breath, without a word spoken,to find a sense of peace, silence winning after all.
"WOMEN OF HONOR (IWD)
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Passion and blood
Passion burns like a fire,a tale of love and hate,that ignite the flames of the fire. Flames that rise and fall, leaving scars and ash in their wake." Igniting the fire pit of blood, until the blood dry from my heart. A dance between light and dark,bounded with passion sorrow and blood pigment, two feet nails pierced like a lava blood but still awake at night fighting the passion storm inside me,the pain hurt,the scars of the beauty is demonic, This blood tale may end,but the story continues, for the flames of passion never truly die.
Lifetime of A Father
A Man's life is a fast-moving car,
He learned to walk too fast,
His pristine images is like a rainbow with many colors,that get over things like the future flash.
Yet beneath the surface,he carries a weight,
A heavy life burden that few can see but can't feel,
A combination of strength and vigor,
And though he may be unheralded,
He wears his armor of strength,
Shielding his fears, insecurities,to protect and love,
And now to cry reminds him that he is less of a man, even though crying is part of growth,
But the world demands his strength to be unwavering.
Father's love though not outspoken,
A hidden silence filled with love that warms the heart,
Fleet of fragment, fragile but strong enough to hold on to when ocean overflows.
Searching fragment for the voiceless sound that creates the beauty of joy at home
With the weight of the world on them they selflessly remove chaos then exhale in satisfaction,
A home of a father is like a room of clipboard to build a cupboard with his presence guiding force,
The figure that figures how to build,
A priceless mirror that must not break,
The big tree that moves quietly but with dignity to guard the garden.
Lifetime of A Father (Honor to all Fathers)
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