In isolation far
From rubbles of authority
Sickling in virus
Permeated far East by a sneeze
His shine drown
With eyes looking up
Except for the clear unending cloud
He rest.....
No rest of rest
No sarcasm in cynicism
No Triumph
No tomorrow and no yesterday
No breath and no cabal
No power and no wielding
Everything ended in the last gulp of breath
Still the heaven takes one
As He rest still
- What a Bright - Chux Ogbonna
In Prefacing of Thoughts
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