If by chance

If by chance I leave this world

Through a short sweet Sunday nap

If by the passage way there’s an exist

Passing a cluster of shrinking drying flowers

Hanging between the fingers of a long battling enemy

Cold and shriveled in the dungeon of this realm

Sentenced to ashes for those lasting conversations

Hatching between wars of a thousand unforgiving strikes

Tearing away every single pile of happiness

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If by chance I leave this world

To a time when things could be set on a clean path

If by chance I was given another chance

To put behind those grievance folded in bundles

Would I give up that pride of mine?

That a ray of felicity can cross our route

In the other side of life

© Adichie Babz

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