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Lost

In my search for you
I found myself
In my chase of you
I embraced forgotten self
In your broken promises
I found my missing piece…

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Friday Fictioneers

 

Copyright – Rich Voza
Copyright – Rich Voza

Dean is opinionated.

That’s the first point of conflict in our three-week old relationship.

It felt like heaven sharing those precious moments with him, but who doesn’t want to be respected for their worth?

To him, life is choosing between white and black. Either we agree on his points or we don’t.

If he were here on this solitary lawn, he would probably choose the between white and red. But then, there’s the blue.

Through summer’s peep, autumn fell in flecks of grey upon the meadows. I smelt the winds and knew where I belong.

 

 

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On the course of nationhood

On the course of nationhood, hear this, we shall rise again to reclaim our ascent towards lofty heights and freely celebrate friendship and love and living across borders without fear for foe of woe.
– Charles Williams Aborishade

I was commenting on a blog and this thought flew into my heart. And, I felt like sharing with you dear ones. Enjoy!