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A Stranger in Spring Time

My soul is long elevated
At this remarkful prowess.
Did you settle in this motion?
Or toyour just path sought.
A dine with the avant-garde artist,
A night of splendor,
Upon a cloud so transfixed,
With wealth of questions scorching beneath the dinning mat.
For what reason should her path elude her taming sight?
Could the road be wayward?
I wonder so.
Her sultry innocent eyes at my naked lips flutter,
As each bawdy word reached her virgin ear,
With sensational delight.
But this night would stride forth
And the cadence cloud would at no stop halt.
So she would revisit
When this night water's under the sailing bridge,
To receive the dainty i promised. Hmm... I can tell,
Her soul is at my flirtings endeared.
Oh stranger dear,
To the coming summer i long your visit.

poem by Folayemi Akande
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