In Sahara
In Sahara
It is a fervent wish
To think that the sun;
Should make a confrere of me,
In a quest to make substance out of man,
I war it through
Your hot red face;
To fulfill the desire of growth,
This is where my heart
Beckons me to stay,
Where the world is extreme
And passing pacific principalities;
Finds faces with friends,
Let me be close to sun
And her waste places,
The dust, the dunes and the dandelions,
The sombre date palms
And the streaming dongoyaros,
Where the gathering storm roar
And gives voice to
The melody of hope,
Where I am assured the sun will rise.
Copyright © Afolabi Taiwo | Year Posted 2011
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