My 17th Letter
17
Mammi.
Life has turned different pages written on my smile and rotten wits,
Under this muffled skyline,
We became Adam, Eve and Abraham We all were doubters.
16
Was driven by a recent future warning terminologist, pleading for sodom;
When she became salt,
We are only written in scripture.
A covered book judge by its cover!!
"Agbeke was written in my lost collection"
On her chest We chose our path?
Eve to Adam
15
Boys only,
Broken ink,
Lost cognition; pascal
Creation Of unclaimed languages.
Maammi……
Tonight I hope u dance to the shekere of abiamo
Your son,
A moon surrounded by stars,
Lost in the galaxy away from home;
Gazing at the destruction prophesied in the ear
Cain,
your lust son brother,
I'm diving in change.
At least
I can hear gangan at the top hill.
I will be home soon.
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