The Remnants shall return πͺπ’
there bruises were so visible, I was hiding mine I wasn't the eldest but the bravest reality had sucked me off , my heart wasn't hardened it was taken out of my mortal flesh at that moment the Sting of pian was a feeling I dined with πββοΈ. but them there were new to the bruises, I wasn't standing because I was strong, just one thought was keeping me standing,"the remnants shall return" π₯΅. so the paths never close π€§. one day one day there voices feed by pian echoed π₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή. in a flash in a beam life scattered us apart, Well John is still wondering the streets on Imo state finding new parts, the rest we never heard of and Chris ππ, well the Boy who raced for places not included in the script given to his generation π₯Ή, one thing was said if you die die trying you won't be considered a Failure,9 years has gone by the sun still hasn't shown loyalty to the boys,π€¦πΏββοΈπ. but for sure the paths never close" Amechina"πͺπͺπͺ
Poetry Books 50% Off
Bestselling collections from top poets
