As clock counts in seconds,
So it officially begins,
A journey of limited years
Full of thorns and odds,
Happiness and Felicity.
The title of a virgin novel,
That they prospect to end with a convocation.
A joy concealed behind shadows,
shadows of what future sells
Should I be happy?
Should I be sad?
Since the shadow has become a tail
That requires years to tale
That! time shall tell.
MA _TRICK_ CULATION
The title for a short story
that has ended yesterday,
In his garment of lies and deceits.
And becomes a wandering ghost,
For those who dance
to the tune of “Don’t mind them”,
The road is always occupied with buses to go back home
For those who put on
Suits painted “Africa most beautiful campus”
The road remains tiled for a safe trip home.
For those who ride alone
In a bicycle of “I will read hard”,
The road remains happy for a safe trip home.
ONLY THE HARVESTS
JUSTIFY WHO WEARS THE GOWN BEST