Wise and Free
Young, Wild and Free
Young, Wise and Three
Me, Myself and I
From the central Tree
Came the Fruit
The Fruit which is Me
The fruit can be a Tree
One can be Three
The wise are Free
The wise Unite
To increase Might
When they Fight
During a plight
When All become One
They become an Arsenal.
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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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