Spanish Guitar
When will she learn to play, to rise the spirits?
Ancestral spirits yearn for the old glories -
Where forth the strength occupies vacuum;
Despair filled it well!
Let's dance to the sonorous voice of the strings
Let it call out the feeble days
Renounced with a tether that blows the mind
Shattered it seems - the fire
The lights it shire!
Let's dance to the rhythm
Waggling tails
For hunger of it, our souls cry out for!
Copyright © Babafemi Yinka Olubodun | Year Posted 2020
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