What I Am
My dream
Stands before me
Like the glow of moon
Almost touching my hand
Yet in a farther way
Thinking of it is a measureless joy
Yet pursuing it is an excruciating pain
Day by day it opens my eyes
To see the word beyond
Day by day the earth mock me
That what I am
Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2017
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