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Weapons of “war”…

by : Bacardi Gold
18/Dec/2020



My nights don’t wish
they only serve choices

My dreams don’t narrate fantasies
they deliver only realities

My realities are my dreams
done in the days where
there are no victims
only conquerors and victors

Who knows how to weave a dream?
a dream liked by the weaver to happen…
then, strength and persistence to succeed
are weapons of war indeed…

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