Autumn
All had sown our talents,
Under the scorched sun of season past;
Today we dwell in harvest abundance,
Unto the autumn be the glory,
Mounts of reward,season of yield;
Now we are truly the kings.
4/10/2014
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014
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