Like at birth
My own path
A road i meet strangers
A high way full of dangers
Strangers I came across
Each left me a black rose
As the path devides
I'm left to decide
In which path to abide
Alone stride by stride
At times it gets wide
I stick to one road
Leads me to my final abode
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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