Sea
SEA
Forty first pain
Struck my neat skin with mixed stain
Not worthy of a path
But Ready to scorn and succumb
A hash mixed tale that cub
My guilty light for a bath.
Lead, lead me yet a float
To sail through this thorny fit
Waiting to suck the blue tide
Out of my mellowing grain
Nine night near the nothingness gain
Still, I await this faith momentum ride
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Set all stars a new
Make me your lost nephew
One so dear to your depressed soul
That comraded you through gale
Rising from the east
To glorify the west
Set all minds of yours and mine to feast.
Splash!
Whoosh!
Splash!
Splash!
May our voyage through sea worth
A sage's oeuvre record.
Ayeni Taiwo
©2022
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