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Williamsji Maveli writes, ​​​​​​​Aspirations

Williamsji Maveli writes, ​​​​​​​Aspirations

I embrace myself, a life salvation within this nature,
 Then, enclosing, all my rising aspirations to mature.
O, My originator, bring me from your inquisition,
Set me free from all those heartbroken opposition,
Liberate all handcuffs of my worn out disposition,
Envelop me within the folds of your divine vision.
The hot sunlight drop off beside the blue horizon,
Dimness aching the broken edges in proportion,
Mid- summer flora recoil along with good season
Surrounded by the soil’s cluster, with no reason.
O, splendid celestial angel, perform on a requisition,
Rescue my soul from its unspeakable malnutrition,
This ragged psyche is a degenerating composition,
Let my petals grow wings to take me to Redefinition.
Stars emerge starting the depths of a despair love,
Black hole scum the decayed space in the air above,
Emission from a mortal bug, all are referred to time,

 Beauty inside the bodily pleasure, all set in prime.
 I embrace myself, life salvation within this nature,
 Then, enclosing, all my rising aspirations to mature.
By
Williamsji Maveli
 
 

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