Though you may be far from me

Nay don’t you think
My departure has set sail on its feet
For it arrives only within
The bosom of thy loving arms

My heart takes a ride
But thy breath move its pace
The stones that keeps its lay
Within the rail

Thy sweet music I hear
In the far distance mountains
Enclosed within the face of the leaves
As we part the waters in the way

My dear
Though my heart moves
Across the dusty near country
Its dust remains your love
In its sole state

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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