There is a poem;
An inscription in the road ahead,
Invisible to the unaided eye-
Until our footprints are laid.
There is a tale;
Literature in the trail behind us,
Words, phrases and sentences
Instances in our lives that define us.
Perhaps we’re all but writers;
Writing a tale told in time.
Perhaps that could be the reason-
Our lives seem to rhyme…
By : Phanuel Ayelum.
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