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THE TOWER

We're all going up, striving for something,

A better house, better cars, better jobs...

But what really matters the most?

That is the billion dollar question, right?

Why do we do all of these, what is the end point?

We know the end though we don't know _when_ it comes,

But along the way, striving for these things, let us not forget those who love us, those who were there, those we laughed with, those we became stronger with,

This life is indeed vanity but what's more is what comes after our race, 

Will you be the winner of the race or the loser?

Eternity is longer than our mortality,

I can't not make it home after all I've been through here,

So with each floor I climb, I must never forget what lies beyond the top of the tower,

It's either I fall off,

Or I fly beyond,

So, dear reader, what will it be?

Want to fly with me?


From a flower in her garden,


Taiwolilly ✌

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A/N: It's been so long😣, I'm sorry for the late update. Please do let me know what you think about this short piece.🤗❤

Comments

  1. AyanfeSeptember 28, 2020 at 6:39 PM

    It's nice. We ought to live with eternity in view. Making sure that all we do is Spirit led and purpose driven.

    I've been waiting for your post. It's good to finally read from you. 👍

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  2. Taiwolilly🌼September 29, 2020 at 10:00 AM

    Thank you Ayanfe. I'll be posting frequently now 🤗❤

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  3. Inspire2getSeptember 30, 2020 at 7:07 AM

    Well done ma

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