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 © 2020 ® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá