I don’t know what to write, my mind and soul are blank. Blank from the river’s side. The mystic beauty.

My parents told me of this, especially my mum. The lovely soul in her never runs dry, I think it is from her that my beauty replenishes. The sounding beat.

It was from her, that my love grew to love my love. But she didn’t love me back, for I received hatred in return. The mystic beauty.

From her comes the fall of truth and life, a stance from the four corners of the world.

It was from these ends, I have saluted you. I come from no street in particular, but a member of the earthly home. My home is of fine wine, sweet and bitter from the naked palm tree.

Remember that adage that goes, ‘Sweet things, always kill’. If you think I was the one that originated it, I didn’t have a hand in it. For my birth came to exist after it. What a pleasant surprise 😂😂😂😂.

Nevermind….! Because at first, I had nothing to write about, but now I have written this lovely piece.

I remain your humble poet.

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