The fountain Arena

  The days of naivity dissipate as soul eclipse offers a new shine for an hunted soul vengeance like a torrent of a blind rain whose staff found shelter in race now the pants of truth torment our lies sending furore shivering endlessly to our desolate soul of a lost monastery molesting the company of ego in exchange of a funfair at parrot feast once, our lost act suffers clamour  for a debt settled lost we offered plain and wavy banters leftover unfolding past of courting deceit loosing self for a clearer lift and now, the joy of knowing embraces  our mesmerized soul to stupor and the imperial lids gain its sight In a cosmos sail. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read: Other poems from this blog previous post   Photo by pexel

Above life mist unfold more wit  cultivating cultural sweet in diverse dreams and seat. Eureka! I'm a seer mate. at a strangle breath  lies in wait  motionless tunnels light , blinding the foster site confessed beneath a truthful hate. Eureka!  I'm a seer mate. the joy of knowing pleasance the troubled sea sending  peaceful chilling across all surviving tree. Eureka! I'm a seer mate. I have set the caged bird flying;  my savory recipes on sight  with all joyous company singing, the sluggish worm has grown might. Eureka! I'm a seer mate. Ayeni Taiwo  ©2022 Next post  Read previous post Photo credit: medicalnewstoday