My searches
I peeped through the window
And feel the ray of the shadow:
I looked up to the sky;
And heaven seems coming by.
I took a glare at d sea:
And I feel some peace,
I dig-dig and dig a hole;
All I see is my soul.
My courage run through the cold,
Fairness arena reality hold;
Courage lost, still await the boldness,
Feelings endowed with the Interest.
All my searches was for my talent;
Yet, eagerness made it imperfect,
Worries catches the agent
Shivers growing on the target.
Where is my talent?
©Hyfleen the lyrical toy
Edited by Akinwale Peace
©Great intellects
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