Perception
Cursed be the day I was born!
Cried the man disillusioned by his anguish
You can die in the blink of an eye
Said the man who learnt how to relinquish
Naked I came Naked shall I return
Wailed a man who thought he was god forsaken
Everything is whithin you
Spoke the man who told me to awaken.
You give birth to your thoughts
Said the man who is trully Awake.
Blessed be the day I will die
In that day I will trully wake.
Cursed are those who will cry
For they should be rejoicing!
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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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