There is someone, higher up
Who births and breathes into the ethers
One new poem everyday
In one of the poems he gave away
He expressed the wish, the urge
That far far far away
On the distant earth another poet
Would also start to do the same
And his wish came true
It may sound strange to you
But sometimes you simply are
Another person’s replica
Just by being yourself.
Life extends its boundaries
By replicating its core.
No matter what you think, no matter
What you know, of one thing be sure
There is always something more.
And when you think you created something
The blueprint was created by another
Whose path you’ll never cross
But his work lives in you, and a thousand
Years from now, another will happen upon
This thought you are thinking now
And he will think it is his original idea
And will bring it to what he thinks is
Fruition, and yet is just another seed.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
lovely… and oh so true!
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Thank you!
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