
Would you help me up,
when crows sing the sun to sleep,
and my demons wake?
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Cheemnonso™

Would you help me up,
when crows sing the sun to sleep,
and my demons wake?
.
Cheemnonso™

she basks in dream glows,
when my world lusters so bright,
mimicking all steps,
but when my sunset draws nigh,
she elopes with the obscure.
.
Cheemnonso™

The fierce fangs of time,
gnaws deeply on my feeble flesh;
soon, I mummify.
.
Cheemnonso™

Autumn auroras,
awe-gusts and august auras,
apays all ages.
.
Cheemnonso

Walking on water,
Spirit and soul stays afloat,
Burdened body drowns.
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Cheemnonso™

Sweet sonorous songs,
Engulfed in good tidings,
Postured in the walls of our hearts;
This, I wish us these
Ember days,
Mustering magnificent memories,
Burning all scarlet scars
Etched in our lives,
Radiating joy forth.
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Cheemnonso™