A Woman’s Heart

A woman’s heart
Sweeping to and fro
The images of memories
Here and after
With perfect precision

Imprinted with emotions
Made of rubies and gold
Hays and clay
Accessible for the hands
That it allows to catch its flows

The world can be contained in it
Its ship can subside its feet
For the horizons is limitless
And the tides fainted not

Its rising is ever than the sun
And it bends low more gently
Than the evening’s clock
Watchful with elegant eyes
And blessful with terrestrial hands

A woman’s heart
Epitome of love, laughter and mercy
Carved with immortal hands
Painted with fiery flames
With the world stationed
At its breast

MO.

(1:55pm, 27th may 2014)

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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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