When it looks like,
They don't want to leave the way,
And they all look alike,
Came in the same way,
You want to get to the heights,
But they don't seem visible to the eyes,
Push them aside,
And stir up what is inside,
That power and might,
To make it so right,
How can I lift them?
Slow and steady, it gets clearer.
BY NWACHUKWU ESTHER
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