He is my thief in the night,
He comes and go as aggressively as the wind.
He flows as freely as the Nile river.
He shines as brightly as the blazing African sun.
He is the calm before the storm,
The guilty feeling for not indulging into mystery waters.
He is the tangibility of pure happiness.
He is the smile that creep upon faces,
and the taste of deformity.
He is my breath of fresh air,
My newness of light,
My uncharted waters,
A vibrant knight of life!
I really enjoyed this poem it makes u think of real things I will read more of them!
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