Adverse
As the spring sprang out
The north gone south
Yeah, without no doubt
Indeed it's a parched mouth
The vessel of a living has gone sere
Not of the scorching planet
Moment of a produced scare
Mimicing an outburst of an angry Janet
Still in game but so lame
Hands re withered to cover shame
Nothing to do than to wait for late fate
Like a man waiting a late date......
On a mapless ocean i sail thy boat
In a shallow liquid i seem to float
The eclipse of thy life is now!
Copyright © Adetunji Olanrewaju | Year Posted 2014
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