Long the tale of culture and sage
In wisdom, the tryst of ages
Shoes the eternal difference
If I be worried and lost of hope
Not of you.
Poem the soul of the literary wild world
Long are the days of summer
Sharp are the edges of your searing swords.
When you cut, it goes beyond incision
When it grows, it gives a taste of beauty
Poem the evocation of feelings
The blood vain of beauty
If your wisdom can bring beauty out of pains,
I thirst for it.
If your culture can bring me humanity, then
I want to be you.
In the heart of your unfailing beauty,
Comes the simmering pleasure of the invisible world.
Do not set me free from your grip,
In your prison I guarantee comfort.
Because what makes me a poet
Makes me the hope of my age.
For the love of our culture and
hope of our world,
I choose poetry
Even in recession of words
I choose you as the seat of hope for our WILD World.
Happy World Poetry Day
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©AdebanjiDS
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