The Wind
Free flowing here and there
Filling the void everywhere
A thousand miles within a call
Yet not a space to lie and fall
Within a sphere their beauty I clean
At their beck and call though far reaching
Their holes I feel pouring my soul
To the dreamland I meet their goal
I haste for no time
Though the dim is my prime
Yet I’m far from a friend
Their start is my end
So on I go
Copyright © Femi Adebayo | Year Posted 2016
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