Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Anonymous Letter


Friends,
You should know by now
I live for what I believe
I bare on my mind the burden
Of dreams I must cream

On my head
A basket of imagination that must be
fill with drops of creativity

And then when I'm gone
I want to be remembered
As one of the greatest poet of all time

For I stand at the school gate
As an emissary of wisdom
With an open chapter

Whoever read from it
Will never walk with a bow head
Nor sleep with a broken heart

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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Living life on the edge

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