IN SYNC

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We must be a soul
In two bodies working for same goals
If the goals’ tolls
Demand one’s role
None must seek control
And kill the role
No voice of a mole
Must play a role
We must fall, and stand tall
We must talk as we walk
We must hold when it gets cold
We must fan when sun exceeds tan
We must run from pride as we ride
We must grope when dark falls on slopes
To find our fingers so our soul lingers
For the soul is a puzzle which dazzles
Growing wings when earth destruction sings
And in our concentrating ring, we will hear our ring
The key to see is we in sync
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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