Kano
The hush sound of the mountains
Such an eloquence that thrills the mind.
Beautiful landscape terrifies the drumstick;
Groits!
D blizzard environment, a scene to flourish the hyenas
D still waters, fogs sent!
Such blessing I dare refuse?
This beauty I long to hold,
For Cleopatra never heed the call,
The call for loins, the risk taken for it - àágùn.
I cease to wonder what the beauty of life brings!
Such a candour, its callousness offer
What a myriad of history, its experiences are!
Its cadence, mankind lives for
For this, I crave for?
An endless thought.
When thoughts precipitate, myriads of wits are birthed
The first strand of grey, has come to rule
For being seconded by its dryness
A still scent of cold; breath
Dis terrain - beauty for all
Turbans; the beauty I see more.
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