Oda la semana

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It arrives as the babel rebirth

Dreaming higher and stronger

For a resourceful teller

Offering your lust to our

Hypothesized hope gauger

Mounting upon hills as its frivolity pathway

For the lost worker we blend with

On the hope that our heart will merry 

Across the deserted stars 

And the bloody moons amidst blind sky 


Shaped by the movement of the restless cloud

Sketching tales of unknown folklore

As our wandering eyes dwells sail

Awaiting her handsomest bride

Holding all heads on to the lark crest

As we sail gentle into your days water

Looping in your grandeurs and Utopic breath

Calling from times immemorial 

Till today's of memory craft

Come swiftly, shine more thou lonely sojourner.

You

You native sailor of unknown,

drive freely along the green skies 

to lead our hunted desire in its own

forthcoming dinner glamours.


Ayeni Taiwo

©2022

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Ayeni Taiwo said…
Oda la semana is a spanish phrases for "ode to the week".
4 June 2022 at 02:48
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