Let the wind do its bidding
Let it be free from it’s burden
Let its beauty be the sun
Let its glory be only for the sun
For when the sun becomes its crown,
Its destiny has been fulfilled
Let the moon sing for the lovers
Let its magnificence be as the museum, Louvre
Let it create a pendant of memories;
A never ending pile of stories.
– Azubuike Hannah (The Beloved) & Symolean
© 2020
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I am Hannah and I am generally happy with life. I have written two books which are titled Running 20 and Your Unique Goal Setting Tips which you can find on major book stores. I am also a spoken word artist. I'm drawn towards helping teenagers and young adults. Hence, I am your favorite teen coach. If you need help to get on with life. Let's have a chat.
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