Was Then, Now and Always
so rigid at times,
makes me empty at times
all I say why not then
but she cuts west and south
I attention her daily
mighty is her flaming warmth
sweet in its hotness
a red lettered season!
that rewinds her smooth tunes
In my palace she dwells
even when am lost in paradise...
she calls me son still!
Copyright © Ediruma Edward Eric | Year Posted 2016
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