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Quintessence ٥ ————————

I awake to my essence, Dreams to reality, reality to effervescence, The world so distant, unaware of its presence,

I awake near death, But I awake, so eternally I am grateful,

For I cannot take hatred beyond the grave,

I awake subconsciously, Realise our souls are all the same, Our hearts grow cold from spiritual pain,

I awake to our essence, There is peace before we reach the grave, So we love, still we love, for we are faith's quintessence.

Naguru Hill at sunset, Kampala, Uganda: Circa 2010

————— Collection: “ ٣ ٢ ”

By Tayebwa


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