Through the spooky valley of nightmares
Held my breath and traveled barefoot
In the chaotic turbulence,
I smelt the molten lava of fear
The living turned dead
And the dead regained life.
Exuberant were my ancestors
Was it their outstretched arms
Or my lost paradise
Who knows, an infant only feels.
mashoodkk
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