A Gallary
In search of greatness,we reclined in this forest_
In a world holding many lives,
Playing green with wet land.
We refuse the other world
Stretching one's legs on a couch
Squatting before this, robbing shells with kernel oil:
A world of mother hen
Tapping earthworm from dry land;
A world of stony path,
grey hair on fresh born;
On fresh born;
Of withered flowers and of ashes,
Of polar region in winter...
A galleon has brought wild berries from the sea:
That leaves the mind with sepsis.
We in gallantry and in enameled gait
Have taken a handful for washing mouth
And another to prove our higher birth,
Having the sun in our bosom
Days have past, boils are broken,
Leaving us in a stuck,
And the serum from the doom
Remind us of where we missed the footwalk.
Copyright © Nwajei Jude | Year Posted 2009
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