Part 4
The
forgotten
tears
from
my face.
Just with one look,
one glace
into the space I sank down from my disgrace.
To quote “The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow.”
By means of; “From prophet to believer,
shall I drink my last griever.”
Mother, be my friend and
let me stand by your side.
For I have given all my strength.
To not bide,
to not hide,
to not be tied,
I
Shall
show
you….
My pride.
11 responses to “‘Fallacious,”
To rise from disgrace to pride, from prophet to believer, from tears to friend… and what an accompanying image, to send the unbelievers round the bend. Kudos, Jojo; may we standing-ovate you again. 🙏❤︎💛🌻🕺👏
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Thank you, Thank you so much, pretty momma 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽❤️❤️❤️ I’m so glad you always understand my work 🤗 and please, no need for a standing ovation 😳😳 okay, Maybe one time 🙈🙈
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🙏🤗💃💕🐵💛🌟
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Thanks Jojo. for sharing your thoughtful words.
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And thank you for reading it, Anita 😊 I truly appreciate it ❤️
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Such passion in these lines. 😇
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Kumar, thank you so much for taking your time to read my work 😊 I’m so glad you like it😊
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Well I’m jealous of your work, only that thing I can tell you by reading it🐣❤
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😳😳🙈🙈 whoopsie! Thanks once again for reading all my work ❤️❤️
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And I’ll keep reading your works haha, will never stop!!
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Hihihih yaaaay😊🙏🏽❤️😍
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