Palmwine
PALMWINE
The tapper ascends the height,
To get it from the palm sap,
The height he descends having the mysterious gift of nature,
Crystal like the caspian sea.
Grey hairs with their cups at hand,
Ready to taste the feeling of gladness,
Gladness with sweetness that fills the soul,
The dead and weak are awakened by its savour,
The rejuvenator of the inner man ????
Bring a cup full of palmwine,
A cup made of ivory to a bride,
Let the bride seek the love of her youth amidst the crowd,
Men clamouring for the cup till the lover is long searched for and found,
And the taste binds their hearts together
Hearts of men!
Simulate the palmwine of its purity,
Let the thoughts thereof be of its sweetness,
The sweetness let it not be spilled on the ground,
But let it be poured into the weary souls.
Drink with loved ones,
With the keg in the middle being surrounded,
And let the jars be filled with happiness.
HAPPY NEW YEAR SOUPERS
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
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Copyright © Ifeanyichukwu Dominion Anyabolu | Year Posted 2019
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