Our Origin
How Beautiful Humanity is,
A Piece Of Wandering Souls
Looking up for Immunity, Upon a Soul
Which had been long lost with it's Origin
The Origin is but, The Struggles of our Ancestors
To make a divine living, Beautifully crafted
Out of Love and Affection
The Staff of Oranmiyan, exploring down
The Heart of the flourishing city of Oyo
Dictatorship in it's strictness, So gripping
It dries out the Blessed River of Álàsé
Like flowers fall out in Autumn, Bedridden
We are the Crafts of Life longing for itself
We May house our body,
But the Origin houses our Soul
Which had fallen, Abreast
Maybe I see a lot of Perfection,
In Kahlil Gibran's
He surely is, but a bedrock
Which I set out my tender feet
Into the world of Muses in their most brilliant creation,
The world of Poetry,...... The Rythm of Poets
Our Origin as "POETS"
@ThePoeticMembrane
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