In My Dreams!!!

I chuckle
As I stand to swallow
The evening’s songs
With the bounce of my feet

I appear as but a child
Riding on the wings
Of the field’s feathers
As Mama poetry laugh me on
With her little charming kiddies

She share stories at her delight
As children of all colours
Join at the fire of the night
As we join hands
To merry on the face

Her words
Filled with the sky’s gentleness
With her gentle touch
Jabbing the tiger’s cry

Her songs for the night
As we lay our head
Is sweeter
More sweeter than the sweetest blest
With our eyes soaring the swallow

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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