Footprints That Never Fade
Simple, a true paradise it seems. The first love surges through heart & finds its path to the soul. It pops like a glowing splint, secures mannerism, delve deeply to the conscience of the beholder, whenever bleak spectrums hover, it outcasts it with all verve. Nothing is called boredom, even to speak of ever falling but when it contradicts the norms beseeched, its an eye-saw.
Footprints that never fade.
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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