Parents

The good old days, conversations, relationship between mother & son, its done, not really done but distant with memory, all for glory, the moral of an equatorial border, I plan to break with achievements.

Time came and went , if you remember follow, sky’s were brighter, no sorrow to swallow . memories cover a quarter of my mind. Pitcures of smiles we left on each others faces , love in the air , peace in our heart , no wounds , no cuts , only parts and roles played on a multi-life , captured by the streets but stuck to my foundational roots a different nigga under your booth, your roof, your rules, your faith, …..
Enjoying the day under the mid-day sun before dawn & having talks with her.

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