It was so late in the night
One was, o! so fast asleep
One did not wake mine.
I reached for gold mine
Felt a heel,
Moved up knee,
Reached pate...
So impetuous, so unrestrained,
I reached first fruits, my fountain
I heard some nocturnal bird howl
Not for me the melancholic cry!
Merrily, merrily I sang along,
Meted out the blessed acts,
Dug out the priceless gems.
- Adesina Olusanya (Adeshina)
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Shina Olusanya
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1 comments:
That was a neat poem. I liked how you talked about how you were fast asleep and you reached for a gold mine. Peace
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