Miles To Go Before I Sleep
At the top of my heart realm's mountain
I look far beyond my eyes could reach
Thinking if I could go to the earth's fountain
And seek how waters couldn't leach
Mother earth is full of water
Yet, seen everywhere but restricted
If man hasn't travel miles on wisdom's alter
We would relax on all God earlier constructed
Crying birds have their uniqueness right
Each voice sings differently both day and night
Make me blossom on earth
That history retreats my prints after death
I don't care if my pen goes pink
As far as it continues blinking
Retraced faded inks won't sink
And its effects shall keep inking...
Let my peace be so still
That agony deals with emptiness
Let inks climb the highest hill
To grace cure to all riskiness
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® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
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