I wish to see life with the colour it brings
To listen to the blues the sky brings at day,
To smell the red of the roses,
To hear the green that mother earth breathes;
I wish to be more like a child,
Who dares the impossible,
With imagination without limits,
And live without bothers
I pray to see my reality,
Not to dwell on what my eyes see
But do create a picture,
Of what I want to see
(c) Chukwudi I.
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