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 Mar 2016 Chijioke Nnamani
NvrMnd
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Now
all I think about
is you
and
some hope,

Hope
that tomorrows
will have
different
colors
.
 Mar 2016 Chijioke Nnamani
NvrMnd
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I wanna’ be next to you
In the darkest of the night
Warmth by your body,
Dancing with the embers
Till fire breaks by the sunrise
But now it's just a dream
For I’m just a speck of dust
And you’re a diamond
One’s spun into ash
Whilst the other's undying
Oh, now is not the time
Cause I’m hardly breathing
Trapped between Heaven and Hell's narrow lines
Wandering till I find a home,
A safe place to hide the fears eating my soul
And nurture what’s been left good of me
To become the strongest gem
That grows vines in Heaven's kingdom
Wealthy of Love
And capable of sharing
With you, with myself, with everyone
And together
We sway
In the midst
Of fieriest
fire.
 Mar 2016 Chijioke Nnamani
NvrMnd
Trying
to be a hero
with their
pen and ink.
I reached into
my skull
to fetch
A thousand words
I got a handful
and a headache.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.
I did not write this poem. It was written by Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Mary Elizabeth Frye (Dayton, Ohio, 13 November, 1905 – Baltimore 15 September 2004) was a Baltimore housewife and florist. She wrote the poem in 1932. She was born Mary Elizabeth Clark, and was orphaned at the age of three. In 1927 she married Claude Frye.

I was so moved by the poem, I just had to share it with you all.
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