Enlightening | Spurring | Strengthening
News hit the headlines with a bang
Breaking news
Featuring mother of all arrests
Bastion of fear vanquished
Came tumbling down thunderously
Shackles snapping in disarm surrender
Acknowledgement
At the sight of meeting their match
Indomitable
Like the roar of a lion
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Down the road
Amid
Fraternity within the trail
Community
Making ride worth the while
Strength is renewed
Refreshing streams
Sweeping over
Seeping through
Soul refreshing
Burden spreads along the file
Across human perimeter
Sweet melody reverberating
Harmonic
Together
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New slate loads opportunity
Sky beaming with radiance
Morning breeze whistles past
As birds of the air chirp in wonder filled anticipation
Melodies overflowing with hope sparkling luster
Nothing beats the feeling
Early in the morning
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Tells me it’s grandiose
On schedule
Rolling down the years
Generation and civilization
Systematic
It paints images vivid
Distinguished invited guests making way
Procession
Rare jewels adorning
Reservation secured
Along gold walkways
Dazzling in excellence
Amid rumble
Of the membrane
Heralded
Timeless
On course
Toward grand culmination
Infinite
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In between the sustained rhythmic rumble of the drums
Pace setting in life-live tempo
Propelled by decisive pierce of the cornet
Blare of astute trombone in systemic jerk
Crowning deep hum of the tuba amid assertive long press
Climax hits right on point in full showing
Tearing right into tranquil airwaves
Echoes come reverberating in sonic cascade
Marvel resonating 360 in global pan
All eyes rise to see
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Continued From The Signal…
He sat at the edge of the bed, half-dressed, staring at the dresser, his teary eyes staring forth, robbed of all expression. Two more agents, male and female sprung inside, their fingers on the trigger. Everything seemed to come to a standstill as the four of us exchanged uneasy glances in a moment of indecision.
It was dawning on us with incredible detail, the First Room, the nerve centre of the Nation’s moral decorum was playing host to an unusual guest this eventful evening! Continue reading “DESIRE!”
Continued from “The Besieged Quartet”
“Our very own revered Nation and dreaded defense force before whom we are the ultimate mark of disgrace dares not respire for the fear of provoking the wrath of the foe. That’s how you behold the distinction between power and weakness, when you understand how far apart they stand in contrast. It’s a picture that places you right where you belong.”
The Blazing Trail 