Dull Whims
No worry, no controversy, nor weariness,
no hurry, love is air and wind,
nor anything can holdback a speck of tis,
twilight, dawn is a kind of tide like sunlight stir and kind,
now, those ones can is a prey,
because tis are who fancy to rewind already fun,
what we cannot repeat is a frail story.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2021
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