Splinters
The splinters of our marrow has come,
Shivering thunder of a lengthy spray,
Warmth beautifies our essence,
The glittering ray sends goose, our spines
Whenever she comes, nostalgia drums
The lily borne sepulchre ; it's beauty I ponder
The goozy feelings ; my road alone
This journey, tiresome,
I be glad to walk it home
Come forth hither, d beauty of our land
The hollow tremble, my belly grumble
For its angels are generous in vision.
A journey, I delight thee.
Copyright © Babafemi Yinka Olubodun | Year Posted 2015
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