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The be will be the be by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace
The be will be the be.


My heart is pumping like a sea:
The wild sight I feel; I can't see.
I've long thirst'd for a cold river
not the horizon of water.


The wailing birds as the piano
The lightening sky breaking snow,
The pleasant thought I fear to think:
The future's depth; I fear to sink.


What goes around does come around
but the bird flies, not in a round.
How jealous would pleasant death be
If it suck like a stinging bee?


But the front is just no going back
and the back is no turning back.
Red tears, hot knees; red hearts are heart?
The be will be the be; sort of the earth.


My heart is pumping like a sea:
The future's depth; I fear to sink
If it sucks like a stinging bee?
The be will be the be; sort of the earth.


"words from the innocent mind"
            Philip Peace

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