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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