The winds of a new dawn ,northern…
Rustling leaves came along…
Whirling of dust and debris,a stillness amidst the storms
Then came the purity of serenity,these grounds now are clean…
Though ruffled and bustled,troubled and bothered
Change was wrought;separation brought isolation…
Solitude spat out transformation ! A newness has come!
The young has grown…
Adam is born,harshly,roughly and strongly bUt a man is born!
In less than a sane period ,a period of a score and a day…
A masculinity in conformity to the graces of machos
Let another begin…growing isn’t over at 25!

EJOHN’s thoughts..

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