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The teary ocean
A yawning yellow yacht upon my linger rested,
Wearing blue evening smile upon the sky so nested,
The pregnant sky, the cadence clustered cloud,
And the horizon where my gazes now found,
The dangling wings of fading sun,
Conceived of cloud nine steaming burn.
A travelers faith by ocean drive,
A silent meal with the wind that thrive,
To ride abreast the hills at instant abrupt,
For all ages at rivers disrupt.
A garlour of dine, yet the rich not mine,
All my thoughts to mourn,
And not a word of warn. For the ages yet still cry.
poem
by
Folayemi Akande
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