These are fruits, and
This is a season of ripening
Your days are a basket of wishes
Filling empty
Rises blood sun
Ripen wound seeds everywhere
Simultaneously in
Broken concrete jungles
Be on your guard, brother
Like a watchman from his tower
These are Grave times, and
This is the season of the recurring demon.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

Ok my like button has been dodgy. I’ve been reading some of your posts and unable to like them, so just letting you know…I ‘like’ them. Take care, Sage.
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Thanks a lot, Sage! I really appreciate that, very much…
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You’re welcome, my like button is on and off and very moody, so I’m sure it will work on your blog at some point. Some blogs it refuses to work on, at this time. I have to get it fixed lol
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