CONEIDER HIGH

CONEIDER HIGH

Mmm life of stress, no rest. Nothang but Struggle, I ponder why it seems

trouble. No one 

knows he

struggled, Dadda sa'd tide stays not longer. Weather wiggled unstable'. 

Coneider 

strong. 

Clouds appear awesome and the top of the skies smell so handsome. Top on the 

peak of 

the 

world. Above adhere golden stones of light. Realistically loyal 

to life. 

Optimistically humanitarian. 

Much 

more to life 

than 

Destitute, if there's any infrastructural, 

love is, spread her wings she learnt to soar. 

Human is made, none cultural. 

Who did it save? 

Transformation does not come without 

individuality. 

Power of love create solidarity. 

'4gi'e me' f'r my flaws already bow' my head. I wish 

more freedom as free as tree (s) fixate hove on 

Cloudnine as I'm high. 

C9fm