I must thank Night for the truths she whispers when she comesI must thank Day for showing me the error in all those thoughtsBut sometimes Night is right,And Day has only wrong to sayFor Night, when alone, is dreams, is freedom, unshackled thought,While Day is surrounded, crowded by other minds--ideas lashing in the air.
Division Revision- [Poem] by Issa Dioume
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A TUMULTUOUS VOYAGE, Part. 6 [Short-Story Series] by Issa Dioume
[...] Bramin, walking up drawn-out alleyways, carried a flyssa sword on his back ; a green-white pearl bracelet gifted to him by his mother ; a satchel leather bag with a long-gilded strap, which allowed enough room for flexible movements. That was why he wore it, as he was fully aware of the dangers which … Continue reading A TUMULTUOUS VOYAGE, Part. 6 [Short-Story Series] by Issa Dioume
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