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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Sunday, 1 January 2017


Before new beginnings, 
having faced pesky tests, 
that made you waiver, 
you lose pieces of you, 
and life seems bleak.

Ayeh, it takes plenty of hits, 
to learn how to manoeuvre quick,
then sprout from the ground, 
and achieve an unexpected feat. 

And out of the dirt,
smothered in thrashes, 
man shall rise,
man shall conquer, 
man shan't face demise, 
unless, He chooses to give in...