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And puts to naught, the scars after my youth
I shall conclude my years, a buried plan
Of wait for death, to sprout the blessed truth
A lifetime shall l await it so, alone
To grow to youth, a child anew
If life replaces death and skin the bone
As forever an hundred years, too few
When hundred years become as broken wings
In timeless mire, dissolving man to myth
The scentless bud of words, unspoken things
Are laid to chide and man to slumber pit
When greyness rains upon this youth of mine
I shall deprive myself of praising time
Written by: Ikirigo Jerrypet
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
