Sometimes, nothing comes to mind
Many times, the soul seeks to find
Often times, life’s quest isn’t kind
Then we wish for what we left behind

Seek for love, seek for life
Mould your life without strife
Open your heart to nature’s breath
Before you close your eyes in death

© Chukwudi Isaac

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