Yohann Dafeu Poems

Life's not all about fun and game,
Life's not all about sex and fame,
Life's not all about money and titles,
Life's not sweet like honey and apples,
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He said, 'I pity that old woman, ' but ran away when she asked for help.
He said, 'I pity that poor man, ' but walked away when he asked for help.
He said, 'I pity that young blind guy, ' but did not help him cross the road.
He said, 'I pity that lame child, ' and so his journey continued.
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Sometimes, I wish I could sit outside in a large field where the sun rays and wind breeze would sing in perfect harmony on the fragile roof of my skin. Doing nothing, thinking about everything, cuddled by the shadow of sweet memories blazing deep inside my brain.

I wish I could swing back and forth on that unbreakable chair having an extraordinary conversation with God and myself, with my empty mind ready to absorb wise words from the invisible mouth.Then I would return to the neighborhood and tell the people the best way to fly is by sitting down contemplating the art of Science and the science of Art, for we all fall in the sky and sadly think we are flying.
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